They may not brook one stormy gale,
Survive—too dear as still thou art—
Each hope they imaged;—we must part!
One struggle yet—and all is o’er:
We love—and may we meet no more!
Oh! little know’st thou of the power
Affection lends in danger’s hour,
To deem that fate should thus divide
My footsteps from a father’s side!
Speed thou to other shores—I go