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GO, THEN—'TIS VAIN.

(SICILIAN AIR.)

Go, then—'tis vain to hover
  Thus round a hope that's dead;
At length my dream is over;
  'Twas sweet—'twas false—'tis fled!
Farewell! since naught it moves thee,
  Such truth as mine to see—
Some one, who far less loves thee,
  Perhaps more blest will be.

Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness
  New life around me shed;
Farewell, false heart, whose lightness
  Now leaves me death instead.
Go, now, those charms surrender
  To some new lover's sigh—
One who, tho' far less tender,
  May be more blest than I.