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FAREWELL.
“Farewell, my best beloved—farewell!”
Such were the sounds that came
(Uttered with smiles), the last which fell
From lips that loved thy name;
And Heaven bless thee, wheresoe'er
Those joyous footsteps roam,
And guide, without a sigh or tear,
My wanderer back to home!
Such were the sounds that came
(Uttered with smiles), the last which fell
From lips that loved thy name;
And Heaven bless thee, wheresoe'er
Those joyous footsteps roam,
And guide, without a sigh or tear,
My wanderer back to home!
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Farewell, my best beloved! 'tis past,
Yet little did I deem
That gay adieu should be the last
Recalled in memory's dream.
I could have wished—the wish is vain—
More sad had been the hour,
Which beams through every thought of pain
With agonizing power.
Yet little did I deem
That gay adieu should be the last
Recalled in memory's dream.
I could have wished—the wish is vain—
More sad had been the hour,
Which beams through every thought of pain
With agonizing power.
For still through tears that dim my view,
Through sobs that choke my breath,
That vision, with its bright adieu,
Forbids the thought of death!
Farewell, I did not see thee die,
I did not hear thy knell;
Does sorrow, therefore, lighter fly?
My best beloved—farewell!
Through sobs that choke my breath,
That vision, with its bright adieu,
Forbids the thought of death!
Farewell, I did not see thee die,
I did not hear thy knell;
Does sorrow, therefore, lighter fly?
My best beloved—farewell!
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