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the suicide's farewell.
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The Suicide's Farewell.
"World, farewell! false, false I find thee;
Truth, what art thou but a name?
Nought remains on earth to bind me—
Life, alas! is but a dream!
Joys there were, but they are faded
Like the flower on which I tread,
When autumnal winds have laid it
On my pathway, chill'd and dead.

"Life, adieu! here is a potion
Gives oblivion to thy woes,
Stills the bosom's wild emotion,
Seals the eyelids in repose.
Coward heart! why flutter, pleading
For a life you loathe and dread?
Trampled on, and wrong'd, and bleeding,
Why not seek death's painless bed?

"Fairest thou to go uncalled?
Shrink'st thou from death's awful gloom?
Wherefore shudder now, appalled
At the world beyond the tomb?
Look not there! such thoughts unnerve thee,
Drive thee 'frighted from the brink;
Only think how he hath served thee,
And repaid thy love. Oh! think,