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Hail! voyagers, hail!
Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove, / No calmer strand, / No sweeter land, / Will e'er ye view, than the Land of Love!
Hail! voyagers, hail!
To these, our shores, soft gales invite: / The palm plumes wave, / The billows lave, / And hither point fix'd stars of light!
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Think not our groves wide brood with gloom; / In this, our isle, / Bright flowers smile: / Full urns, rose-heaped, these valleys bloom.
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Be not deceived; renounce vain things; / Ye may not find / A tranquil mind, / Though hence ye sail with swiftest wings.
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Time flies full fast; life soon is o'er; / And ye may mourn, / That hither borne, / Ye left behind our pleasant shore.