 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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TO A YOUNG FRIEND,
ON HER LEAVING ENGLAND.
I did not come to say farewell,
Let other lips than mine
Force from their fount the tears which tell
The anguish which is thine.
Let other lips than mine
Force from their fount the tears which tell
The anguish which is thine.
Sweet girl!—a vision unto me
Wilt thy remembrance seem;
When other hearts are hailing thee,
When other glances beam.
Wilt thy remembrance seem;
When other hearts are hailing thee,
When other glances beam.
And when amid the glowing bowers
Of other lands you dwell,
Soft o'er the perfume of the flowers
I'll waft to thee farewell!
Of other lands you dwell,
Soft o'er the perfume of the flowers
I'll waft to thee farewell!
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