FAREWELL.

Farewell! farewell! a sad farewell

My soul can only give.

And can it be

That I may see

Thy cherished face no more,--

See it again no more?

I cannot tell, I must not tell

The sorrow that is mine;

But while I live

Yet will I give

A lingering thought to thee,

A happy thought to thee.

And to those days, those happy days,

I often will recur,

Which we have spent,

On pleasures bent,

Together bound by peaceful joy--

A fair, a pure, a loving joy.

Farewell! farewell!

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