Here you will find the Poem Cleveland's Song of poet Sir Walter Scott
Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear, Has left its last soft tone with you,- Its next must join the seaward cheer, And shout among the shouting crew. The accents which I scarce could form Beneath your frown's controlling check, Must give the word, above the storm, To cut the mast, and clear the wreck. The timid eye I dared not raise,- The hand, that shook when press'd to thine, Must point the guns upon the chase- Must bid the deadly cutlass shine. To all I love, or hope, or fear,- Honour, or own, a long adieu! To all that life has soft and dear, Farewell! save memory of you!
