May thy lot in life be happy,
Undisturbed by thoughts of me,
The God who shelters innocence,
Thy guard and guide will be;
Thy heart will lose the chilling sense
Of hopeless love at last,
And the sunshine of the future
Chase the shadows of the past.
I never wish to meet thee more,
Though I am still thy friend;
I never wish to meet thee more,
Since dearer ties must end;
With worldly smiles, and worldly words,
I could not pass thee by,
Nor turn from thee unfeelingly,
With cold averted eye.
I never wish to meet thee more,
Yet think not I've been taught
By smiling foes to injure thee
By one unworthy thought;
No! Blest with some beloved one,
From care and sorrow free,
May thy lot in life be happy,
Undisturbed by thoughts of me.
Текст приведён по изданию «Songs and Ballads, Grave and Gay», Philadelphia, 1844.