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WOMAN'S AFFECTION.
I
The sky! all its beauty and lightness,Slow dies 'neath the night's coming gloom;
And thus 'tis with me—my youth's brightness
Now slow—but ah! sure—finds a tomb:
I see thee, and, lorn, broken hearted,
I think of that rapturous time;
Ere the light of my life had departed,
Ere love brought me sorrow—and crime!
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II
Far fled is my once happy dreaming,Hope's beautiful glances have past;
O! who, when such glad rays were beaming,
Could deem they would thus be o'ercast:
For ever—for ever—for ever!—
The calm of my bosom is gone;
Yet may'st thou, my dearest one, never
Feel grief—be that fate mine alone!
III
Think not of bye-times if they wring thee,The grave of my happiness show;
O! think not of me if I bring thee
But one fleeting moment of woe;
I bless thee!—thus abject and driven
Abroad, a scorned daughter of shame;
I bless thee! my last prayer to heaven,
Shall still mingle peace with thy name.
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IV
Farewell! may no evil betide thee,Be thoughts which could pain thee forgot;
May she who in love smiles beside thee,
Make one blissful circle thy lot.
Farewell! my young brow's bitter sadness
The depth of my feelings may tell;
For, oh! 'tis in anguish—in madness—
I leave thee!—I bid thee farewell!
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