Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Song (Since thou wilt banish me)

Since thou wilt banish me,
  A long and last adieu!
This heart shall cherish thee,
  Though ne'er those hopes renew
That once thy kindness bade me know,
And now thy falsehood turns to woe.

Since all the joy I've known,
   And all the vows you made,
For ever now are flown,
   As transient as a shade;
Oh! may thy fate as happy be
As that which seemed to shine on me.

Too fondly I relied,
   Too easily believed;
Forgot how men have sigh'd,
    And women have deceived—
I thought the world from falsehood free;
But, least of all, I doubted thee!

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