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TO ———.
Oh! let not those dear eyes o'erflow
With sorrow's briny tears,
Cease, cease this unavailing woe,
And look to future years.
There may for us be joys in store,
Then prithee, dearest, weep no more.
With sorrow's briny tears,
Cease, cease this unavailing woe,
And look to future years.
There may for us be joys in store,
Then prithee, dearest, weep no more.
Oh! let not that dear bosom heave
With misery's anguish'd sigh;
Cease, cease, thus fruitlessly to grieve
At our sad destiny.
Look as thou didst in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
With misery's anguish'd sigh;
Cease, cease, thus fruitlessly to grieve
At our sad destiny.
Look as thou didst in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
