Lines on the Departure of General Don


Poetry in Jersey


Is there a man who holds his country dear,
And does not pensive drop a grateful tear?
Ah! no, I see thy grief Caesaria flow;
Brave Don departs! - to foreign shores must go.
Methinks I hear each bosom say:
“His country calls - our General must away
“To other climes, his valour to display
“With keen regret from thee we part - but go -
“To Walcheren prove palladium to the foe;
“The verdant wreaths are weaving for they brow.”
Each loyal breast shall oft thy absence mourn;
Shall oft too heave a sigh for thy return.
Of all the chiefs that this blest Isle e'er lov'd,
Justly thou wert by far the most approv'd;
To shield our land from a destructive foe,
None ever did such zeal as thine bestow
From hostile hands Caesaria's happy coast,
By thee secured now mocks a tyrant's boast.
Fain would our graceful hearts memorial show,
Of what, brave chief, we do thy kindness owe;
Accept the trifles then which we bestow,
As a small proof, if proof be wanted here,
How truly thou'rt to ev'ry bosom dear,
Of this assur'd - In whatever dangers borne,
The laurel from thy brow shall ne'er be torn.


E. L. V.
St. Helier's, Oct. 1809




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