I'll not forget thy tender care,
Though distant I am doomed to be;
The victim, too, of sad despair,
Farewell,— but still I'll think of thee.
Long since my bleeding heart had broke,
Life's weary vale while passing through,
Ere now I'd lost each spark of hope,
My mother, were it not for you.
Yet if we meet on earth no more,
Until we bow to fate's decree,
Farewell, — but on a happier shore
I hope thy face again to see.
I'll not forget thy parting tears,
When last I left the dear loved place,
The object of thy fervent prayers,
And turned the mountain of Cregneish.
Yet while life's crimson current flow,
Thy name shall dwell in memory;
Though now destined by fate to go,
Farewell, — but still I think of thee.
Though all things change, and naught remain
To soothe this heart by grief opprest,
My mother — till we meet again—
The thoughts of thee shall fill my breast.
Thy name I often will repeat,
Where'er I roam, where'er I be,
No other name on earth so meet.
Farewell, — but still I think of thee.
I'll not forget that tender love
Which I have only found in thee.
And every change in vain will prove—
For naught can work a change in me.
In vision while I lie asleep,
Thy gentle form I often see;
Then cease, my mother—cease to weep;
Farewell,—farewell,—remember me!
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