CLXXXVI. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been-- A sound which makes us linger; yet, farewell! Ye, who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop shell; Farewell! with HIM alone may rest the pain, If such there were--with YOU, the moral of his strain. Footnotes: {1} Lady Charlotte Harley, daughter of the Earl of Oxford. End of Project Gutenberg's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, by Lord Byron
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