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WE PART TO MEET AGAIN!
Weep not, sweet girl, without a calm
That may thy grief restrain;
Oh! think of this mild soothing balm,
We part to meet again!
That may thy grief restrain;
Oh! think of this mild soothing balm,
We part to meet again!
When sombre gloom o'ersteals thy mind,
And sorrows woo their pain;
Oh! think of this and be resign'd,
We part to meet again!
And sorrows woo their pain;
Oh! think of this and be resign'd,
We part to meet again!
Let thy blue eye that now beams sad,
Its dimming tear retain:
There is one cheer to rend thee glad,
We part to meet again!
Its dimming tear retain:
There is one cheer to rend thee glad,
We part to meet again!
107
Though absent far from thy blest home,
I'll think of thy dear plain;
And grateful feel, where'er I roam,
We part to meet again!
I'll think of thy dear plain;
And grateful feel, where'er I roam,
We part to meet again!
When Fancy with bewitching power,
Besets my tortur'd brain;
Then this alone will lull the hour,
We part to meet again!
Besets my tortur'd brain;
Then this alone will lull the hour,
We part to meet again!
When drooping cares my bosom tear,
And tears like showers rain:
This beam of Hope will bright appear,
We part to meet again!
And tears like showers rain:
This beam of Hope will bright appear,
We part to meet again!
Thine image chaste of Beauty's mould,
In this fond heart is lain:
Then all those balmy sighs withhold,
We part to meet again!
In this fond heart is lain:
Then all those balmy sighs withhold,
We part to meet again!
108
Though parted love will deeply grieve,
And vow all solace vain;
There is a thought that may relieve,
We part to meet again!
And vow all solace vain;
There is a thought that may relieve,
We part to meet again!
Since ne'er can I thy love forget,
While love hath charms to chain;
Oh! do not in despair regret,
We part to meet again!
While love hath charms to chain;
Oh! do not in despair regret,
We part to meet again!
If tyrant Death should frowning prove,
And rive one heart in twain:
I'll say, 'till dies the voice of love,
We part to meet again!
And rive one heart in twain:
I'll say, 'till dies the voice of love,
We part to meet again!
Then mourn thee not without one calm,
That bids all sorrow wane;
Oh! think of this mild soothing balm,
We part to meet again!
That bids all sorrow wane;
Oh! think of this mild soothing balm,
We part to meet again!
July 28, 1825.
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