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12 TO EMMA.

1.

now the hour is come at last,

When you must quit your anxious lover;

Since now, our dream of bliss is past,

One pang, my girl, and all is over.

2.

Alas! that pang will be severe,

Which bids us part to meet no more

Which tears me far from one so dear,

Departing for a distant shore.

3.

Well! we have pass'd some happy hours,

And joy will mingle with our tears;

When thinking on these ancient towers,

The shelter of our infant years;

4.

Where from this Gothic casement's height,

We view'd the lake, the park, the dell,

And still, though tears obstruct our sight,

We lingering look a last farewell,