THE

RISING VILLAGE,

WITH

OTHER POEMS.

By Oliver Goldsmith

© St. John, N.B.: John McMillan, 1834


 

TO ROSINA.



Fare thee well! but forget not the day
    When in silence and sorrow we parted,
Oh, think of the hour that bore you away,
    And left me almost broken hearted.

Fare thee well! but, Oh, think of the time

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    When we met, ah! how often together;
And vowed and declared that no distant clime
    Our heart’s dearest feelings should sever

But should you in any dark moment of woe
    Distrust all my vows and suppose them untrue,

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Or think that my heart can its object forego,
    And no longer, no longer, be faithful to you.

Oh! breathe not a thought to dishonour the name,
    Of him who is absent, far absent away; [Page 135]
Or imagine that falsehood could sully his fame,

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    And his truth, ardent love, and friendship betray.