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Farewell, father, thou art smiling,
Yet there's sadness on thy brow, Winning me from that beguiling
Tenderness to which I go ; Farewell, father, thou didst bless me,
Ere my lips thy name could tell, He may wound, who can caress me,
Father, guardian, fare thee well. |
Farewell, sister, thou art twining
Round me in affection deep, Wishing joy, but ne'er divining,
Why a " blessed bride " should weep Farewell, brave and gentle brother,
Thou more dear than words can tell. Father, mother, sister, brother,
All belov'd ones, fare ye well. |
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