Return

Absent from thee,

I languish still;

Then ask me not,

When I return?

The straying fool 'twill plainly

To wish all day, all night to mourn.

Dear, from thine arms then let me fly,

That my fantastic mind may

The torments it deserves to try,

That tear my fix'd heart from my love.

When, wearied with a world of woe,

To they safe bosom I retire,

Where love, and peace, and truth does flow,

May I contented there expire!

Lest, once more wandering from that heaven,

I fall on some base heart unblest;

Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven -And lose my everlasting rest.