“THOUGH LOST TO SIGHT, TO MEMORY DEAR.” THOMAS MOORE.
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Sweetheart, good-by! The fluttering sail Is spread to waft me far from thee; And soon before the favoring gale My ship shall bound across the sea. Perchance, all desolate and forlorn, These eyes shall miss thee many a year; But unforgotten every charm— Though lost to sight, to memory clear.
Sweetheart, good-by! One last embrace! Oh, cruel fate, two souls to sever! Yet in this heart’s most sacred place Thou, thou alone, shall dwell forever. And still shall recollection trace In fancy’s mirror, ever near, Each smile, each tear, upon that face— Though lost to sight, to memory dear.