English poem
Why must I appear so deceitful
by Anonymous
Why must I appear so deceitful? I cannot dear father comply: Ah! could I think him so ungrateful, With anguish I surely should die, What so tender at parting, he told me, Which such joy to my bosom convey'd: When next he was doom'd to behold me, Could I think would be this way repaid?
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