THE
FAREWELL
,
A
SONG
.
FAR
from
hope
,
and
lost
to
pleasure
,
Haste
away
to
war's
alarms
!
Sad
I
leave
my
soul's
dear
treasure
For
the
dismal
din
of
arms
.
But
,
ah
!
for
thee
,
I
follow
glory
,
To
gain
thy
love
I
dare
to
die
;
And
when
my
comrades
tell
my
story
,
Thou
shalt
lament
me
with
a
sigh
.
All
my
griefs
will
then
be
over
,
Sunk
in
death's
eternal
rest
;
You
may
regret
a
faithful
lover
,
Though
you
refuse
to
make
him
bless'd
.
Bestow
a
tear
of
kind
compassion
To
grace
a
hapless
soldier's
tomb
;
And
,
ah
!
forgive
a
fatal
passion
,
Which
reason
could
not
overcome
.