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. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
2. Addressed to Mrs. G.
3. A Vow to Fortune
4. Epitaph for My Father
5. To My Son, Age 26, a Captain of Infantry in Portugal, 1798

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