Song To A Russian Air

AS it for this I dearly loved thee?....

But since at length I know thy heart,

And learn no real passion moved thee,

Go,

Henry, go; this hour we part.

But do not think, past love forgetting,

That I thy foe can ever be;

My blighted hopes howe'er regretting,

I still shall pray for bliss to thee.

I still, no wrongs from thee resenting,

Shall wish Love's choicest treasures thine;

Though till life's closing sigh

The power to bless thee was not mine .