With hopes that we shall meet again!
Yet will it be as when the past
Twined every joy, and care, and thought,
And o’er our minds one mantle cast
Of kind affections, finely wrought?
Ah no! the groundless hope were vain
For so, we ne’er can meet again!
May he who claims thy tender heart,
Deserve its love, as I have done;
For kind and gentle as thou art,