Poetic Lucubrations Containing The Misanthrope and Other Effusions. By T. Gordon Hake |
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FAREWELL.
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FAREWELL.
A Song.
Forget me not when I depart
Beyond the dark blue sea,
For when I'm gone my constant heart
Will e'er remain with thee!
Farewell! oh, weep no more for me,
Tho' parting gives thee pain,
But let us hope, dear girl, that we
Now part to meet again!
Beyond the dark blue sea,
For when I'm gone my constant heart
Will e'er remain with thee!
Farewell! oh, weep no more for me,
Tho' parting gives thee pain,
But let us hope, dear girl, that we
Now part to meet again!
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The tears which trickle down thy cheek,
Will fade the roses there,
Then let not transient sorrow seek
A friend in dark despair:
O! sigh no more the day will come
When I have plough'd the main,
The day which brings me safely home,
On which we meet again!
Will fade the roses there,
Then let not transient sorrow seek
A friend in dark despair:
O! sigh no more the day will come
When I have plough'd the main,
The day which brings me safely home,
On which we meet again!
But if perchance mine ashes sleep
Beneath th' Atlantic wave,
Where passing billows only weep
Their salt tears o'er my grave:
Forget me not, because I'm gone
Beneath the cruel sea,
But try to cast a thought on one
Who cannot think on thee.
Beneath th' Atlantic wave,
Where passing billows only weep
Their salt tears o'er my grave:
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Beneath the cruel sea,
But try to cast a thought on one
Who cannot think on thee.
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