But when the Glories of the eastern Light,
O'erflow'd the twinkling Tapers of the Night,
Farewel my , O farewel, said I,
The utmost Period of my time is nigh:
Too cruel Fate forbids my longer stay,
And wretched  is compell'd away.
But tho' I must my native Plains forego,
Forsake these Fields, forsake my  too,
No change of Fortune shall for ever move,
The settled Base of my immortal Love.