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FAREWELL.
When eyes are beaming
What never tongue might tell;
When tears are streaming
From their crystal cell,
When hands are link'd that dread to part,
And heart is met by throbbing heart,
Oh bitter, bitter is the smart
Of them that bid farewell!
What never tongue might tell;
When tears are streaming
From their crystal cell,
When hands are link'd that dread to part,
And heart is met by throbbing heart,
Oh bitter, bitter is the smart
Of them that bid farewell!
When hope is chidden
That fain of bliss would tell,
And love forbidden
In the breast to dwell,
When, fetter'd by a viewless chain
We turn and gaze and turn again,
Oh death were mercy to the pain
Of those that bid farewell!
That fain of bliss would tell,
And love forbidden
In the breast to dwell,
When, fetter'd by a viewless chain
We turn and gaze and turn again,
Oh death were mercy to the pain
Of those that bid farewell!
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