Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs
In those dear eyes of thine,
To me a keener suffering brings,
Than if they flowed from mine.
And do not droop! however drear The fate awaiting thee; For my sake combat pain and care, And cherish life for me! I do not fear thy love will fail; Thy faith is true, I know; But, oh, my love! thy strength is frail For such a life of woe.
Were't not for this, I well could trace (Though banished long from thee,) Life's rugged path, and boldly face The storms that threaten me.
Fear not for me -­ I've steeled my mind Sorrow and strife to greet; Joy with my love I leave behind, Care with my friends I meet.
A mother's sad reproachful eye, A father's scowling brow -­ But he may frown and she may sigh: I will not break my vow! I love my mother, I revere My sire, but fear not me­ Believe that Death alone can tear This faithful heart from thee.

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