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TO ———.
Then, most belov'd, from thee I soon must part,
Must lose the dearest blessing of my life,
And wander thro' this world of care and strife
Without thy arm to shield my trembling form
From the rude pelting of misfortune's storm,
Without thy smiles to cheer my drooping heart.
Must lose the dearest blessing of my life,
And wander thro' this world of care and strife
Without thy arm to shield my trembling form
From the rude pelting of misfortune's storm,
Without thy smiles to cheer my drooping heart.
To part from thee—what woe is in the thought!
Oh that indifference would this bosom steel;
That this poor heart, now with such anguish fraught,
Would calmer be—and not thus keenly feel!
But ah! though endless mis'ry must be mine,
On thee may joy's bright sun unclouded shine.
Oh that indifference would this bosom steel;
That this poor heart, now with such anguish fraught,
Would calmer be—and not thus keenly feel!
But ah! though endless mis'ry must be mine,
On thee may joy's bright sun unclouded shine.
