Diary of Frances Louisa Bussell 18 September - 20 October 1832

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Now too I know a Berthon's[?] eye

  Like mine has gladly dwelt

In this same spot 'neath this same sky

  Like one he's thought & felt.

And other eyes will linger here

  Friends of a still loved land

Will find this distant Island dear

  And smile upon that strand.

Fair would I charge the wayward gale

  With freshened breeze to play

And gaily fill the [envied?] sail

  Which guides them on their way

Adieu! fair Isle still must I grieve

  So soon to part from thee

A blessing & a prayer I leave

  For those who follow me.

To return to real life the party remained on shore until two o'clock two hours after the time after the time appointed For their return the Captain became fidgetty and fired a signal thrice [Page 45]