SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.—No. 13.
Yes! we have said the word adieu!
A blight has fallen on my soul!
And bliss, that angels never knew,
Is torn from me, by fate’s control!
And yet the tear I shed at parting,
Was “all my eye and Betty Martin!”
And thou hast sworn that never more
Thy heart shall bow to passion’s spell;
But ever sadly ponder o’er
The anguish of our last farewell!
Yet, as you still are in your teens—
I say, “tell that to the Marines!”
And still perchance thy faithful heart
May pine, and break, when I am gone!
While bitter tears, unbidden, start,
As oft thou musest—sad and lone!
I’ve read such things in many a tale—
But yet it’s “very like a whale!”