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Tis otherwise decreed, and I submit! 
Alone I guide mj bark adown the stream; 
Dark is the voyage, around the night-birds flit, 
The waves are tinged by no sweet-smiling beam. 
And now I breathe the parting word—Farewell! 
And now, the cords which fondly bind, I sever! 
Break from the scenes I once had loved so well,— 
And tear thine image from my heart for ever! 
J. W. Hanson. 
Farewell, Theresa! that cloud which over 
You moon this moment gathering we see, 
Shall scarce from her pure path have passed, ere thy 
lover 
Swift o'er the wide wave shall wander from thee. 
Long, like that dim cloud, I've hung around thee, 
Darkening thy prospects, saddening thy brow; 
With gay heart, Theresa, and bright cheek I found 
thee; 
Oh! think how changed, love, how changed art thou 
now! 
But here I free thee: like one awaking 
From fearful slumber, this dream thou’lt tell; 
The bright moon her spell too is breaking, 
Past are the dark clouds; Theresa, farewell! 
Moore. 
