forlorn, y love, no fort near
air—“let this ae night”
forlorn, y love, no fort near,
far, far fro thee, i wander here;
far, far fro thee, the fate severe,
at which i ost repe, love
chor—o wert thou, love, but near !
but near, near, near ,
how kdly thou wouldst cheer ,
and gle sighs with e, love
around swls a try sky,
bstg each bud of hope and joy;
and shelter, shade, nor ho have i;
save these ars of the, love
o wert thou, c
ld, alter&039;d friendship&039;s cruel part,
to poin fortune&039;s ruthless dart—
let not break thy faithful heart,
and say that fate is e, love
o wert thou, c
but, dreary tho&039; the onts fleet,
o let thk we yet shall et;
that only ray of ce sweet,
can on thy chloris she, love!
o wert thou, c
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