Song.

SONG.

WAS it for this I dearly loved thee? .... But since at length I know thy heart, And learn no real passion moved thee, Go, Henry, go; this hour we part.

But do not think, past love forgetting, That I thy foe can ever be; My blighted hopes howe'er regretting, I still shall pray for bliss to thee.

I still, no wrongs from thee resenting, Shall wish Love's choicest treasures thine; Though till life's closing sigh lamenting The power to bless thee was not mine.