Barring o' the Door/Go, Youth Beloved

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Go, Youth beloved!

Go, youth beloved, to distant glades,
New friends, new hopes, new joys to find;
Yet sometimes deign 'midst fairer maids,
To think on hre thou leavest behind.
Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share,
Must never be my happy lot;
But thou may'st grant this humble prayer———
Forget me not, forget me not.

Yet should the thought of my distress
Too painful to thy feelings be,
Heed not the wish I now express,
Nor ever deign to think on me.
But, oh, if grief thy steps attend,
If want, if sickness be thy lot,
And thou require a soothing friend,
Forget me not. forget me not.

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