 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
FORGIVE BUT DON'T FORGET.
I'm going, Jessie, far from thee,
To distant lands beyond the sea,
I would not, Jessie, leave thee now,
With anger's cloud upon thy brow.
Remember that thy mirthful friend
Might sometimes teaze but ne'er offend;
That mirthful friend is sad the while,—
Oh, Jessie, give a parting smile.
To distant lands beyond the sea,
I would not, Jessie, leave thee now,
With anger's cloud upon thy brow.
Remember that thy mirthful friend
Might sometimes teaze but ne'er offend;
That mirthful friend is sad the while,—
Oh, Jessie, give a parting smile.
Ah! why should friendship harshly chide
Our little faults on either side?
From friends we love we bear with those,
As thorns are pardon'd for the rose:—
The honey bee, on busy wing,
Producing sweets—yet bears a sting;
The purest gold most needs alloy,
And sorrow is the nurse of joy.
Our little faults on either side?
From friends we love we bear with those,
As thorns are pardon'd for the rose:—
The honey bee, on busy wing,
Producing sweets—yet bears a sting;
The purest gold most needs alloy,
And sorrow is the nurse of joy.
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Then oh! forgive me, ere I part,
And if some corner in thy heart
For absent friend a place might be—
Ah! keep that little place for me!
“Forgive—Forget” we're wisely told,
Is held a maxim good and old,
But half the maxim's better yet,
Then, oh, forgive but don't forget!
And if some corner in thy heart
For absent friend a place might be—
Ah! keep that little place for me!
“Forgive—Forget” we're wisely told,
Is held a maxim good and old,
But half the maxim's better yet,
Then, oh, forgive but don't forget!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |