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FAREWELL!
S it not strange, some simple word,That scarcely o'er the senses stole,
Yet seems to touch a mystic chord,
Which vibrates through the inmost soul?
Yes, tones that lightly met the ear,
May thrill the heart with joy or pain;
And Hope's gay smile or Memory's tear,
A word may wake to life again.
May thrill the heart with joy or pain;
And Hope's gay smile or Memory's tear,
A word may wake to life again.
But, oh! of all the sounds impressed,
With piercing power no tongue can tell,
There's none more deeply wrings the breast
Than that one touching word, Farewell!
With piercing power no tongue can tell,
There's none more deeply wrings the breast
Than that one touching word, Farewell!
Farewell! how oft those accents seem
To break affection's blessed sleep!
To start the spirit from her dream,
And wake the lonely heart to weep!
To break affection's blessed sleep!
To start the spirit from her dream,
And wake the lonely heart to weep!
For, oh! that feeling is so drear,
When those we dearly love are gone;—
A moment past, and they were here,
But now we're left to weep alone.
When those we dearly love are gone;—
A moment past, and they were here,
But now we're left to weep alone.
