The Farewell
A SONG. FAR from hope, and lost to pleasure, Haste away to war's alarms! Sad I leave my soul's dear treasure For the dismal din of arms. But, ah! for thee, I follow glory, To gain thy love I dare to die; And when my comrades tell my story, Thou shalt lament me with a sigh. All my griefs will then be over, Sunk in death's eternal rest; You may regret a faithful lover, Though you refuse to make him bless'd. Bestow a tear of kind compassion To grace a hapless soldier's tomb; And, ah! forgive a fatal passion, Which reason could not overcome.
Anne Hunter’s other poems:
- To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
- William and Nancy
- Laura
- Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
- Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):