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No longer drest in silken sheen,
Oh NANCY! when thou 'rt far away,
Wilt thou not cast a wish behind? Say canst thou face the parching ray,
Nor shrink before the wintry wind? O can that soft and gentle mien
Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad regret each courtly scene,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
Oh NANCY! canst thou love so true
Through perils keen with me to go, And, when thy swain mishap shall rue,
To share with him the pang of woe? Say should disease or pain befall,
Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
And when at last thy love shall die,
And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay
In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er;
But, if revenge can ease thy pain,
I'll soothe the ills I cannot cure, Tell that I drag a hopeless chain, And all that I inflict, endure.
Suppress those sighs, and weep no more;
THE wretch O let me never know
Who turns from Pity's tearful eye; Who melts not at the dirge of woe, But bids the soul renew its sigh!
O say not, with the voice of scorn,
Too cruel youth! with tears I own
Yet, tho' thine eyes no longer trace
LAURA, thy sighs must now no more
Nor dare I hang thy sorrows o'er,
Yet while thy bosom heaves that sigh,
Thee would I bid to check those sighs,
Thee would I bid to dry those eyes,
But tears are in my own.
One last, long kiss-and then we part-
I cannot aid thy breaking heart,
OH! Henry, sure by every
I school my mind to bear its trial ;
The parting task-to fly from sorrow,
I trust it now-my heart is gay,
I feel the aid of calmer reason;
Oh! come it will, the lingering day,
When love and bliss shall have their season. The perils that my soldier try
Shall but the more his worth discover; And fame shall sound his praise on high, My hero brave-my life-my lover.
My Henry shall with peace return,
And war no more our hearts shall sever; And bright this happy hearth shall burn, And smiles and joys be ours for ever.