An Octoroon's Farewell

O love, farewell, a long farewell,
Ten thousand times good-night,
God's benediction with thee dwell,
And guide thy steps aright.

We part to-night; it must be so,
'Tis best for thee and me,
But my true heart can never know
Love lessening for thee.

Love's promises were but a myth,
A mockery and sham;
I've lived to learn I'm tainted with
The cursed blood of Ham.

Dear love, how could I know when I
Gave to thee all my heart,
That far as earth is from the sky,
Our lives must lie apart?

Yet I can never rue the day,
Though all the world I miss,
For death itself can not outweigh,
My momentary bliss.
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