Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other`s weal avail`d on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt`s expiring eye, Are in that word--Farewell!--Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne`er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain Though grief and passion there rebel; I only know we loved in vain-- I only feel--Farewell!--Farewell!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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