A Lover's Farewell

Hark, dear girl, the message hear, The call I must obey, And tho' mine eyes drop many a tear, Yet, yet I must not stay; Farewell my life, my friend adieu, I leave my heart in leaving you.

The compass guides the mariner Who sails from pole to pole, Attraction helps the comet far Her pond'rous orb to roll, But thour't my magnet when I roam To attract me to my native home. Tho' I must try the tossing main, And seek a distant port, Yet if you'r kind its rage is vain, Should I be Fortune's sport: Now all I ask the gods to do, Is that they'll make me worthy you, But if I'm doom'd by fate to find Your heart is not for me, Ye wat'ry powers! prove more kind, And wreck me in your sea— Thus, thus I'll bid a long adieu To love, to happiness, and you.