Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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THE SOLDIER'S LEAVE. |
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THE SOLDIER'S LEAVE.
Is there a bliss when Lovers meet?
Is there a word to Friendship sweet?
Is there on earth a bitter knell?
'Tis when the tongue must say farewell!
Is there a word to Friendship sweet?
Is there on earth a bitter knell?
'Tis when the tongue must say farewell!
Is there a sound can reach the heart?
Is it a pang to meet and part?
Is it delight, the truth to tell?
'Tis misery to say—farewell!
Is it a pang to meet and part?
Is it delight, the truth to tell?
'Tis misery to say—farewell!
Is it a woe, and is it sorrow,
To come to-day, depart to-morrow?
To feel in nature bound by spell,
And yet to breathe the word farewell?
To come to-day, depart to-morrow?
To feel in nature bound by spell,
And yet to breathe the word farewell?
Go to the world, and look around,
Try this and that enchanting sound;
Thou wilt not find in tongue of bell,
So sad a sound as that farewell!
Try this and that enchanting sound;
Thou wilt not find in tongue of bell,
So sad a sound as that farewell!
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Farewell! the word is truly spoken,
Though the heart be almost broken;
Time must now my tongue compel,
To speak the word,—farewell! farewell!
Though the heart be almost broken;
Time must now my tongue compel,
To speak the word,—farewell! farewell!
So spake the Soldier to the maid,
'Twas the last word he ever said;
Except in battle, as he fell,
“My dearest girl! farewell! farewell!”
'Twas the last word he ever said;
Except in battle, as he fell,
“My dearest girl! farewell! farewell!”
He took his leave! perhaps, Sir, thou
Mayst one day such a feeling know;
If so, thine heart like mine must swell,
To write or speak the word,—Farewell.
Mayst one day such a feeling know;
If so, thine heart like mine must swell,
To write or speak the word,—Farewell.
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