Poem by Anne Hunter

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.

1. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled
2. Song 13. Spring returns, the flowrets blow
3. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
4. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
5. November, 1784

Letitia Landon The Farewell ("Farewell! companion of my solitude!")

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