Farewell! farewell! a sad farewell
My soul can only give.
And can it be
That I may see
Thy cherished face no more,--
See it again no more?

I cannot tell, I must not tell
The sorrow that is mine;
But while I live
Yet will I give
A lingering thought to thee,
A happy thought to thee.

And to those days, those happy days,
I often will recur,
Which we have spent,
On pleasures bent,
Together bound by peaceful joy--
A fair, a pure, a loving joy.
Farewell! farewell!