Take with thee, sweet, thy wiles, That cheered me in my sorrow,My Angel Bird, whose eyes Gave new hope for each morrow.
Speed, speed away, ere thought Recalls me to my lot,And tells of lonely hours When I shall have thee not.Ere fancy pictures how At every turn I'll missThy little winning ways, Thy gentle, fond caress.
Take with thee all my hope, Built on thy future years;Frail hope, that like the frost In one night disappears.Speed, speed away, my Bird, A happier sphere to fill;I give her, God, to thee! My broken heart, be still!
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