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May they to thee true comforts prove,
And, as thy years increase,
May the Almighty power above
Bless thee with health and peace!
And, as thy years increase,
May the Almighty power above
Bless thee with health and peace!
STANZASFOR MUSIC.
Alas! my love, we're doom'd to sever;
The fates decree it so:
Yet I will think of thee for ever,
For thee my tears will flow.
The fates decree it so:
Yet I will think of thee for ever,
For thee my tears will flow.
And when thou'rt sailing on the ocean,
If the rude storm should rise,
If the rude storm should rise,
