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FARE THEE WELL.
“ Alas! they had been friends in Youth;
“ But never either found another
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Coleridge's Christabel, .
FARE thee well!' and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. . Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again :
Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Though it smile upon the blow,
Founded on another's woe-
Could no other arm be found
To inflict a cureless wound ?
sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth
Is—that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead; Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widow'd bed.
And when thou wouldst solace gather,
When our child's first accents flow, Wilt thou teach her to say “Father!"
Though his care she must forego? When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is prest, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more may'st see,
With a pulse yet true to me.
madness none can know; All my hopes, where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.
Pride, which not a world could bow,
soul forsakes me now: But 'tis done-all words are idle
Words from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.
Fare thee well !_thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie, Seard in heart, and lone, and blighted
More than this I scarce can die.
“ Honest-Honest lago!
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred,