GO, THEN —‘ TIS VAIN.

Go, then —‘ tis vain to hover

Thus round a hope that's dead;

At length my dream is over;

‘ Twas sweet —‘ twas false —‘ tis fled!

Farewell! since naught it moves thee,

Such truth as mine to see —

Some one, who far less loves thee,

Perhaps more blest will be.

Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness

New life around me shed;

Farewell, false heart, whose lightness

Now leaves me death instead.

Go, now, those charms surrender

To some new lover's sigh —

One who, tho’ far less tender,

May be more blest than I.