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AND MUST WE PART.
And must we part? then fare thee well;
But he that wails it,—he can tell
How dear thou wert, how dear thou art,
And ever must be to this heart;
But now 'tis vain,—it cannot be;
Farewell! and think no more on me.
But he that wails it,—he can tell
How dear thou wert, how dear thou art,
And ever must be to this heart;
But now 'tis vain,—it cannot be;
Farewell! and think no more on me.
Oh! yes—this heart would sooner break,
Than one unholy thought awake;
I'd sooner slumber into clay,
Than cloud thy spirit's beauteous ray;
Go free as air,—as Angel free,
And lady think no more on me.
Than one unholy thought awake;
I'd sooner slumber into clay,
Than cloud thy spirit's beauteous ray;
Go free as air,—as Angel free,
And lady think no more on me.
O did we meet when brighter star
Sent its fair promise from afar,
I then might hope to call thee mine,
The Minstrel's heart and harp were thine;
But now 'tis past,—it cannot be;
Farewell! and think no more on me.
Sent its fair promise from afar,
I then might hope to call thee mine,
The Minstrel's heart and harp were thine;
But now 'tis past,—it cannot be;
Farewell! and think no more on me.
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Or do!—but let it be the hour,
When Mercy's all atoning power,
From his high throne of glory hears
Of souls like thine the prayers, the tears,
Then whilst you bend the suppliant knee;
Then, then, O Lady think on me.
When Mercy's all atoning power,
From his high throne of glory hears
Of souls like thine the prayers, the tears,
Then whilst you bend the suppliant knee;
Then, then, O Lady think on me.
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