Farewell, Oh one, with whom i talk no more,
Of youthful joys and happy pleasures past,
Those winsome days we've known that coul not last.
And parting, t hus, my pensive heart is sore,
To know my fondest days with thee are o'er.
Nor shall we meet for different routes are cast,
And we must travel meath an alien mast.
To a distant haven and foreign shore.
My days are lonely, pleasures wane,
The world is doleful, gray and sad,
And yet how happy would i be,
To dream of you and love again,
Twill make my heart, yea, light and glad,
To know that you remember me.
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