Poems and Songs Humorous, Serious and Satirical By Alexander Rodger; Edited, with Introduction and Notes by Robert Ford; New and Complete Edition |
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AH NO!—I CANNOT SAY. |
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AH NO!—I CANNOT SAY.
Ah no!—I cannot say “farewell,”
'Twould pierce my bosom through,
And to this heart 'twere death's dread knell
To hear thee sigh—“adieu.”
Though soul and body both must part,
Yet ne'er from thee I'll sever,
For more to me than soul thou art,
And O! I'll quit thee—never.
'Twould pierce my bosom through,
And to this heart 'twere death's dread knell
To hear thee sigh—“adieu.”
Though soul and body both must part,
Yet ne'er from thee I'll sever,
For more to me than soul thou art,
And O! I'll quit thee—never.
Whate'er through life may be thy fate
That fate with thee I'll share,
If prosperous—be moderate,
If adverse—meekly bear;
This bosom shall thy pillow be
In every change whatever,
And tear for tear I'll shed with thee,
But O! forsake thee—never.
That fate with thee I'll share,
If prosperous—be moderate,
If adverse—meekly bear;
This bosom shall thy pillow be
In every change whatever,
And tear for tear I'll shed with thee,
But O! forsake thee—never.
One home—one hearth shall ours be still,
And one our daily fare;
One altar, too, where we may kneel
And breathe our humble prayer;
And one our praise that shall ascend
To one all-bounteous Giver,
And one our will, our aim, our end,
For O! we'll sunder—never.
And one our daily fare;
One altar, too, where we may kneel
And breathe our humble prayer;
And one our praise that shall ascend
To one all-bounteous Giver,
And one our will, our aim, our end,
For O! we'll sunder—never.
And when that solemn hour shall come
That sees thee breathe thy last,
That hour shall also fix my doom,
And seal my eyelids fast;
One grave shall hold us, side by side,
One shroud our clay shall cover—
And one then may we mount and glide
Through realms of love—for ever.
That sees thee breathe thy last,
That hour shall also fix my doom,
And seal my eyelids fast;
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One shroud our clay shall cover—
And one then may we mount and glide
Through realms of love—for ever.
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