Last Farewell

Let the moon beam over me soft and serene,
Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes,
Let the wind with the sad lament over me keen;
And if on my cross and bird should be seen,
Let it trill there its hymn of peace of my ashes.

Let the sun draw the vapors up to the sky,
And heavenward in purity bear my tardy protest;
Let some kind soul o'er my untimely fate sigh,
And in the still evening a prayer be lifted on high
From thee, O my country, that in God I may rest.

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