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And though my hopes on earth are blighted,
 I'll pray for thy felicity.

And seek not thou again to waken
 Thoughts which should now for ever sleep;
For though by thee betray'd, forsaken,
 Thy image I will fondly keep.

Then go—and though we part for ever,
 On thee my fondest thoughts will dwell,
For life from this sad heart must sever,
 Ere I forget thee—fare thee well!