Though lost to sight

Sweetheart, farewell, the flutt'ring sail

Is spread to waft me far from thee,

And soon before the wav'ring gale,

My ship shall bound upon the sea.

Perchance all desolate, forlorn,

These eyes shall miss thee many a year;

But unforgotten ev'ry charm,

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear.

Sweetheart, farewell, one last embrace;

Oh, cruel fate! two souls to sever;

Yet in the heart's most sacred place,

Thou alone shalt dwell forever.

And still shall recollection trace

In fancy's mirror, ever near

Each smile, each tear, that form, that face,

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear.