Five Excellent New Songs (Stirling)/Eliza

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ELIZA

From thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore;
The cruel fates betweeu us throw
A boundless ocean's roar:
But boundless oceans, roaring wide
Between my love and me,
They never, never can divide
My heart and soul from thee.
 ​Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,
The maid that I adore!
A boding voice is in mine ear,
We part to meet no more!
But the last throb that leaves my heart,
While death stands victor by,
That throb, Eliza is thy part,
And thine that latest sigh!

FINIS

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