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THEN, FARE THEE WELL.
THEN fare thee well, my own dear love,
The pain of parting thus!
Had we but known, since first we met, Some few short hours of bliss,
We might, in numb'ring them, forget
The deep, deep pain of this,
The deep, deep pain of this.
no, alas! we've never seen
One glimpse of pleasure's ray,
But still there came some cloud between,
And chased it all away,
And chased it all away!
Yet ev'n could those sad moments last,
Far dearer to my heart,
Were hours of grief together past,
Than years of mirth apart.
Farewell, our hope was born in fears,
Like them in tears it sets.
GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.
GAILY Sounds the castanet,
Beating time to bounden feet, When, after day-light's golden set, Maids and youths by moon-light meet,
Oh! then, how sweet to move
Through all that maze of mirth,Lighted by those eyes we love, Beyond all eyes on earth.
Then, the joyous banquet spread
On the cool and fragrant ground,
With night's bright eye-beams over head,
Into the loved one's ear,
Thoughts reserved through many a day,
When the dance and feast are done,
And words whose parting tone
Ensnares them night and day.
In vain conceal'd they lie,
Love tracks them every where;
In vain aloft they fly,
Love shoots them flying there.
But 'tis his joy most sweet,
And give the trembler chace.
To track those footsteps fair,
None track'd before him there.
COME. CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY.
COME, chase that starting tear away,
Are hours like these we snatch from fate,
Then chase that starting tear away,
Ere mine to meet it springs,
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
To gild our dark'ning life, if heav'n
But one bright hour allow,
Oh! think that one bright hour is giv'n
In all its splendour now.
Let's live it out-then sink in night,
One minute swell—are touch'd with light,
Come, chase that starting tear away,
JOYS OF YOUTH. HOW FLEETING
WHISP'RINGS, HEARD BY WAKEFUL MAIDS.
WHISP'RINGS, heard by wakeful maids,