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Yet, when the parting hour draws nigh.
When struggling griefs each bosom swell,
What heart, though bursting, ere could fly
The last embrace, the wept Farewell?
When struggling griefs each bosom swell,
What heart, though bursting, ere could fly
The last embrace, the wept Farewell?
Oh, yes! if we must part again
From those on earth we hold most dear,
There's mournful pleasure 'mid the pain
Of fond affection's parting tear.
From those on earth we hold most dear,
There's mournful pleasure 'mid the pain
Of fond affection's parting tear.
Yet still that word, so fraught with gloom,
Must pierce the heart with lightning power,
Until that blissful time be come
When all shall breathe "Farewell" no more.
Must pierce the heart with lightning power,
Until that blissful time be come
When all shall breathe "Farewell" no more.
E.
February 20, 1834.
