Song -- Farewell to Eliza

From thee, Eliza, I must go,

And from my native shore;

The cruel fates between us throw

A boundless ocean's roar:

But boundless oceans, roaring wide,

Between my love and me,

They never, never can divide

My heart and soul from thee.

Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,

The maid that I adore!

A boding voice is in mine ear,

We part to meet no more!

But the latest throb that leaves my heart,

While Death stands victor by, --

That throb, Eliza, is thy part,

And thine that latest sigh!