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 494. Song—Farewell thou stream that winding flows by Robert Burns 
						FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flowsAround Eliza’s dwelling;
 O mem’ry! spare the cruel thoes
 Within my bosom swelling.
 Condemn’d to drag a hopeless chain
 And yet in secret languish;
 To feel a fire in every vein,
 Nor dare disclose my anguish.
 
 
 Love’s veriest wretch, unseen, unknown,
 I fain my griefs would cover;
 The bursting sigh, th’ unweeting groan,
 Betray the hapless lover.
 I know thou doom’st me to despair,
 Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
 But, O Eliza, hear one prayer—
 For pity’s sake forgive me!
 
 
 The music of thy voice I heard,
 Nor wist while it enslav’d me;
 I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear’d,
 Till fears no more had sav’d me:
 Th’ unwary sailor thus, aghast
 The wheeling torrent viewing,
 ’Mid circling horrors sinks at last,
 In overwhelming ruin.
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