Lyrics of the heart With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel |
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FORGET THEE, NO, NEVER! |
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FORGET THEE, NO, NEVER!
Forget thee,—no, never! Why cherish a thought
To the friend of thy soul with injustice so fraught;
Why embitter our fast fading moments of bliss
By suspicion so wild and unfounded as this?
To the friend of thy soul with injustice so fraught;
Why embitter our fast fading moments of bliss
By suspicion so wild and unfounded as this?
Forget thee,—no, never! Among the light hearted,
Love may droop and decay when the fond ones are parted,
But affection like ours is too deep and sublime
To be chilled in its ardour by absence or time.
Love may droop and decay when the fond ones are parted,
But affection like ours is too deep and sublime
To be chilled in its ardour by absence or time.
Then, gentle one, banish all doubt from thy breast:
By the kiss that so late on thy lips I impressed;
By the griefs that have blighted the bloom of my years;
By the hope that still calls forth a smile through my tears;
By the kiss that so late on thy lips I impressed;
By the griefs that have blighted the bloom of my years;
By the hope that still calls forth a smile through my tears;
By the hour of our parting, thus sweetly delayed;
By truth deeply tried, and by trust unbetrayed;—
I will not forget thee!—Till life's latest ray
In the dark night of death shall have melted away,—
By truth deeply tried, and by trust unbetrayed;—
I will not forget thee!—Till life's latest ray
In the dark night of death shall have melted away,—
'Mid ambition, fame, poverty, riches, or sadness,—
Pain or peril, or hate, or contention, or gladness;
Let changes the darkest or brightest betide,
Thy memory shall still be my solace and pride!
Pain or peril, or hate, or contention, or gladness;
Let changes the darkest or brightest betide,
Thy memory shall still be my solace and pride!
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