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FROM THEE, ELIZA.
From thee Eliza I must go,
And from my native shore;
The cruel fates between us throw
A boundless oceans roar;
But boundless oceans, roaring wide
Between my love and me,
They never, never can divide
My heart and soul from thee.
Farewell farewell, Eliza dear,
The maid that I adore,
A boding voice is in my 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.
FINIS
