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last time on the land▓ they loved.There were dark thunde●r-clouds sweeping over the sky, mingled with oth▓ers of brilliant colouring, that ▓proclaimed the hour of sunset.The ▓ocean-horizon seemed buried in murky gloom●; but the shores of Spain stood▓ forth bathed in a glow of warm red light, ▓as if to bid the unhappy wanderers farewell i▓n unrivalled brilliance.For awhile th●ere was silence on the vessel, so
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deep, so unbro▓ken, that the flapping of the sail●s against the masts was alone disting▓uishable.It was then a wild and waili●ng strain burst simultaneous●ly from the fugitives; the young and ●the old, the strong man and exhausted femal●e, joined almost unconsciously.In the langua●ge of Jerusalem they chanted forth their wi▓ld farewell, which may thus be render●ed in English verse.
Farewell! farewell! we wan●der forth,
Doom’d by th’ Eternal’s ▓awful wrath;
With nought to bless our lone▓ly path,
Across the stormy wave.
● Cast forth as wanderers on the earth;
Torn fro●m the land that hailed our birth,
Fr▓om childhood’s cot, from manhood’s heart●h,
From temple and from grave.
Farewe▓ll! farewell! thou beauteous sod,▓