 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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FAREWELL, DEAR!
I
All night seems ringing in mine ear,Farewell, farewell!
As when last it sounded clear,
Farewell, farewell, dear!
Beneath the shadow of the oak,
Farewell, farewell!
Where last those parting words we spoke,
Farewell, farewell, dear!
In the tent by night, in the camp by day,
Ringing in mine ears still seems to say,
Farewell, farewell, dear!
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II
I hear it in the evening bells,Farewell, farewell!
The sighing gale the same tale tells,
Farewell, farewell, dear!
And it comes sounding in my dreams,
Farewell, farewell!
And mocks me in the running streams,
Farewell, farewell, dear!
In the tent by night, in the camp by day,
Ringing in mine ears still seems to say,
Farewell, farewell, dear!
T. M.
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