Five Excellent New Songs (Stirling)/Eliza
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ELIZA
From thee, Eliza, I must go,And from my native shore;The cruel fates betweeu us throwA boundless ocean's roar:But boundless oceans, roaring wideBetween my love and me,They never, never can divideMy heart and soul from thee. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,The maid that I adore!A boding voice is in mine ear,We part to meet no more!But the last throb that leaves my heart,While death stands victor by,That throb, Eliza is thy part,And thine that latest sigh!
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