I am a mighty shepherd, and many are my flocks; 
I lead them, I feed them among the weedy rocks. 
My shepherd's crook is fashioned out of a Norway pine. 
And there's no sheep-dog in the world will herd these flocks of mine. 

My fold is wide, and day and night the walls shift of my fold,
No upland, no lowland my lambing ewes withhold
From the cry of their shepherd, the beckoning of his hand;
For my own desert places they leave the pastureland. 

With wild white fleeces surging about me to my knee, 
I go about my herding, the Shepherd of the Sea; 
I call to the rock-pastures the white sheep of the waves,
For they but find their grazing where sailors find their graves. 

I am a mighty shepherd, and mighty flocks have I; 
I lead them, I feed them while stars are in the sky; 
And when the moon is waning on sheltered shore and lee, 
I rest not nor slumber, the Shepherd of the Sea.

Farewell to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory 
Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name — 
She abandons me now — but the page of her story, 
The brightest or blackest, is filled with my fame. 
I have warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only 
When the meteor of conquest allured me too far; 
I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely, 
The last single Captive to millions in war. 

Farewell to thee, France! when thy diadem crown'd me, 
I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth, — 
But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee, 
Decay'd in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth. 
Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted 
In strife with the storm, when their battles were won — 
Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted. 
Had still soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun! 

Farewell to thee, France! — but when Liberty rallies 
Once more in thy regions, remember me then. 
The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys; 
Though wither'd, thy tear will unfold it again. 
Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us, 
And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice — 
There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us, 
Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice!