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“GOOD-BYE!”
Good-bye!—yes, good be with thee ever,
Though fraught the words with ill to me—
Oh could my wishes guard thee, never
Should evil trouble thee!
Though fraught the words with ill to me—
Oh could my wishes guard thee, never
Should evil trouble thee!
Good-bye!—as much of good remain
With thee, as will with me of sorrow—
Thy joy could not exceed the pain
That will be mine to-morrow!
With thee, as will with me of sorrow—
Thy joy could not exceed the pain
That will be mine to-morrow!
And yet to one so good, believe
Good wishes must superfluous be—
For who would harm, or wrong, or grieve
A gentle thing like thee?
Good wishes must superfluous be—
For who would harm, or wrong, or grieve
A gentle thing like thee?
Good-bye!—but in that tender tone,
Oh say not, love, `good-bye,' to me—
To wish me good when thou art gone,
Is cruel mockery!
Oh say not, love, `good-bye,' to me—
To wish me good when thou art gone,
Is cruel mockery!
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Thou art my good—and I shall find
No good, no joy, when wanting thee,
Except thine image in my mind—
And that shall never flee!
No good, no joy, when wanting thee,
Except thine image in my mind—
And that shall never flee!
But did you really wish my breast
To feel the good you seem to pray,
Oh you would grant your own request—
And ever with me stay!
To feel the good you seem to pray,
Oh you would grant your own request—
And ever with me stay!
Jauuary, 1832.
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