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Alike to me the summer's heat,
And hoary winter's nipping frost;
I hope in heav'n repose to meet,
For ev'ry bliss on earth I've lost.
And hoary winter's nipping frost;
I hope in heav'n repose to meet,
For ev'ry bliss on earth I've lost.
AN ADIEU.
Farewell, belov'd! we part to meet no more!
I'll think of thee where'er my footsteps stray!
And though our hours of happiness are o'er,
The dear remembrance of them long will stay.
I'll think of thee where'er my footsteps stray!
And though our hours of happiness are o'er,
The dear remembrance of them long will stay.
Fond Mem'ry, ever faithful to the past,
Will paint those hours in colours bright and fair;
Dear happy hours, that were too sweet to last,
Now banish'd by the cruel hand of care!
Will paint those hours in colours bright and fair;
Dear happy hours, that were too sweet to last,
Now banish'd by the cruel hand of care!
