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THE PARTING APPEAL.
If the Dove should be taken away from his highland,
And there by the stranger let loose from his hand,
He would soar back again from that far distant island,
And light down with joy on his own native land.
Then why not believe that the heart that is fonder
And truer to thee than the mate to his Dove,
Will, as sure as the bird from his path will not wander,
Return back again to his own dearest love?
And there by the stranger let loose from his hand,
He would soar back again from that far distant island,
And light down with joy on his own native land.
Then why not believe that the heart that is fonder
And truer to thee than the mate to his Dove,
Will, as sure as the bird from his path will not wander,
Return back again to his own dearest love?
If that Dove should depart, at the death of his minion,
With other fond birds to the Isles of the Sea,
He would mate with the one that had lent him her pinion—
But when did my soul ever wander from thee?
Then, mourn not, my love! let no token of sadness
Escape from thy lips when they speak of me then,
But remember that he who first waked them to gladness,
Will come back as sure to embrace them again.
With other fond birds to the Isles of the Sea,
He would mate with the one that had lent him her pinion—
But when did my soul ever wander from thee?
Then, mourn not, my love! let no token of sadness
Escape from thy lips when they speak of me then,
But remember that he who first waked them to gladness,
Will come back as sure to embrace them again.
Philadelphia, May 10th, 1839.
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