So fare thee well, but not forever,
My best, my loved, my only Jane!
What tho' in sadness we sever,
Grieve not, we part to meet again.

Tho' storm and darkness lour above thee,
Burns thro' it still one glad bright ray:
Think that in life and death I love thee,
While wandering far my desert way!

Now one fond kiss, and then I leave thee,
Not yet our strife with Fate is o'er!
Weep not, let not our parting grieve thee,
Ere long we meet to part no more!