Poem by Anne Hunter

Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part

THE moments fly, and we must part,
To weep a long adieu;
But still this fond, this faithful heart,
Shall feel, shall beat for you.
Though seas and adverse fates divide,
Yet thought unseen shall fly
Upon the light breeze o'er the tide.
And in your bosom die.

1. Laura
2. Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow
3. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart
4. Addressed to Mrs. G.
5. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste

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