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Whence comes this keen, this cutting smart; Why doth the tear unbidden start 1 Why beats my sad, my sinking heart
Thus heavily ? Eliza, 'tis because I part
My life, from thee.
Tossed on the rude and foaming wave, O'er which the howling tempests rave, In distant climes I go to brave
The furious sea— My doom, perhaps a watery grave,
Far, far, from thee.
Oh! say, thou all on earth I prize, Will thou my absence mourn with sighs, And heav'n invoke, with uplift eyes
To speed my way 1 Wilt thou ?—but see the signal flies,
I must not stay.
By storms that sweep the deep abyss,
By plighted vows, by all our bliss,
By this embrace—and this—and this—
Dear girl be true, Remember love's last parting kiss!
Adieu! Adieu 1
