F. The lovers had some grief
In this day’s parting, but the time was brief;
And the poor girl, between his smiles and sighs,
Ask’d, “Do you wish to gain so poor a prize?”
“But that your father wishes,” he replied,
“I would the honour had been still denied: 190
It makes me gloomy, though I would be gay,
And oh! it seems an everlasting day.”
So thought the lass, and as she said, “Farewell!”
Soft sighs arose, and tears unbidden fell.