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the parting.
Oh! were not those delightful hours
When every hope of life was young?
How, with fond woman's trusting powers,
Upon each tender word I hung!
When every hope of life was young?
How, with fond woman's trusting powers,
Upon each tender word I hung!
But, ah! the blessed charm soon fled;
For they who loved were doomed to part,
The one to die in foreign lands,
The other bear a broken heart.
For they who loved were doomed to part,
The one to die in foreign lands,
The other bear a broken heart.
We parted:—each returning morn
I came to look upon the sea;
And every eve I sat me down
Beneath the shadow of this tree.
I came to look upon the sea;
And every eve I sat me down
Beneath the shadow of this tree.
Forever hallowed be the spot,
Where first and last I sat with him!
I've gazed upon the sacred place
Until my very sight grew dim.
Where first and last I sat with him!
I've gazed upon the sacred place
Until my very sight grew dim.
But soon the fatal news came back—
It sped like wildfire through my brain—
That he, the loved and gifted one,
In battle on the seas was slain.
It sped like wildfire through my brain—
That he, the loved and gifted one,
In battle on the seas was slain.
