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TO ------

[With all my soul, then, let us part]

With all my soul, then, let us part,
Since both are anxious to be free;
And I will send you home your heart,
If you will send back mine to me.
We've had some happy hours together,
But joy must often change its wing;
And spring would be but gloomy weather,
If we had nothing else but spring.
'Tis not that I expect to find
A more devoted, fond, and true one,
With rosier cheek or sweeter mind—
Enough for me that she's a new one.
Thus let us leave the bower of love,
Where we have loiter'd long in bliss;
And you may down that pathway rove,
While I shall take my way through this.