Farewell Mother! tears are streaming
Down thy tender pallid cheek,
I, in gems and roses gleaming,
One eternal sunshine dreaming,
Scarce this sad farewell may speak.
Farewell Mother! now I leave thee,
And thy love unspeakable,
One to cherish — who may grieve me,
One to trust — who may deceive me,
Farewell Mother — fare thee well!
Farewell Father! thou art smiling,
Yet there's sadness on thy brow,
A mingled joy and languor wiling
All my heart from thee beguiling
Tenderness to which I go, —
Farewell Father thou didst bless me
Ere my lips thy name could tell,
He may wound — who should caress me
Who should solace — may distress me,
Father, guardian, — fare thee well!
Farewell Sister — thou are twining
Round me an affection deep,
Gazing on my garb so shining
Wishing joy, but ne'er divining
Why a blessed bride should weep:
Farewell Sister — have we ever
Suffered wrath our breasts to swell,
Ere gave looks or words that sever?
Those who should be parted never,
Sister dearest — fare thee well.
Farewell Brother; thou art brushing
Gently off those tears of mine,
And the grief that fresh was gushing
Thy most holy kisses hushing,
Can I e'er meet love like thine?
Farewell, brave and gentle Brother
Those more dear than words can tell
Love me yet — although another
Claims Ianthe! Father, Mother,
All beloved ones, — Fare ye well!
Down thy tender pallid cheek,
I, in gems and roses gleaming,
One eternal sunshine dreaming,
Scarce this sad farewell may speak.
Farewell Mother! now I leave thee,
And thy love unspeakable,
One to cherish — who may grieve me,
One to trust — who may deceive me,
Farewell Mother — fare thee well!
Farewell Father! thou art smiling,
Yet there's sadness on thy brow,
A mingled joy and languor wiling
All my heart from thee beguiling
Tenderness to which I go, —
Farewell Father thou didst bless me
Ere my lips thy name could tell,
He may wound — who should caress me
Who should solace — may distress me,
Father, guardian, — fare thee well!
Farewell Sister — thou are twining
Round me an affection deep,
Gazing on my garb so shining
Wishing joy, but ne'er divining
Why a blessed bride should weep:
Farewell Sister — have we ever
Suffered wrath our breasts to swell,
Ere gave looks or words that sever?
Those who should be parted never,
Sister dearest — fare thee well.
Farewell Brother; thou art brushing
Gently off those tears of mine,
And the grief that fresh was gushing
Thy most holy kisses hushing,
Can I e'er meet love like thine?
Farewell, brave and gentle Brother
Those more dear than words can tell
Love me yet — although another
Claims Ianthe! Father, Mother,
All beloved ones, — Fare ye well!
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