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FOR THE AIR, "CATHLEEN O'MORE."
H! tell me, beloved one, dost thou think of me,As in joy and in sorrow I've thought upon thee,
With affection and faith Time never could move?
Mine early Love!
Long years have passed over, and thou art afar;
Yet still unto thee my heart turns as its star,
And in absence and doubt it still cannot rove,
Mine early Love!
Yet still unto thee my heart turns as its star,
And in absence and doubt it still cannot rove,
Mine early Love!
Since the hour that we parted, though chequered my lot,
Through sickness and sadness I've lived on the thought
That thou yet mightst return, and still faithful prove,
Mine early Love!
Through sickness and sadness I've lived on the thought
That thou yet mightst return, and still faithful prove,
Mine early Love!
But if thou hast forgotten the dream of thy youth,
And the heart that loved thee with such patience and truth,
It in silence may break, but unchanging prove,
My first, last Love!
And the heart that loved thee with such patience and truth,
It in silence may break, but unchanging prove,
My first, last Love!
E.
November 3, 1841,
