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533. Song—Forlorn my love no comfort here

 FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here;
Far, far from thee, the fate severe,
 At which I most repine, Love.


Chorus.—O wert thou, Love, but near me!
But near, near, near me,
How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
 And mingle sighs with mine, Love.


Around me scowls a wintry sky,
Blasting each bud of hope and joy;
And shelter, shade, nor home have I;
 Save in these arms of thine, Love.
 O wert thou, &c.


Cold, alter’d friendship’s cruel part,
To poison Fortune’s ruthless dart—
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
 And say that fate is mine, Love.
 O wert thou, &c.


But, dreary tho’ the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet;
That only ray of solace sweet,
 Can on thy Chloris shine, Love!
 O wert thou, &c.






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