'TIS O'ER.

'TIS o'er! the tender tie is broke Which bound my heart so close to thee; Though painful, though severe the stroke, I now can smile that I am free. The grief, the sorrow, and the woe That I was called to undergo, The bitter pangs, the heartfelt pain, All, all have ceased their tyrant reign. 'Twas but a moment's pain, 'tis gone; I'm happy, though unhappy now; And Melancholy, meek and wan, Sits peaceful on my thoughtful brow. The world, with all its loss and gain, Me neither pleasure gives nor pain; With thee, false, heartless one, with thee I lost all joy—all misery.