To Meet, And Part, As We Have Met And Parted, One Moment Cherished And The Next Forgot, To Wear A Smile When Almost Broken-Hearted, I Know Full Well Is Hapless Woman'S Lot; Yet Let Me, To Thy Tenderness Appealing, Avert This Brief But Melancholy Doom-- Content That Close Beside The Thorn Of Feeling, Grows Memory, Like A Rose, In Guarded Bloom. Love'S History, Dearest, Is A Sad One Ever, Yet Often With A Smile I've Heard It Told! Oh, There Are Records Of The Heart Which Never Are To The Scrutinizing Gaze Unrolled! My Eyes To Thine May Scarce Again Aspire-- Still In Thy Memory, Dearest Let Me Dwell, And Hush, With This Hope, The Magnetic Wire, Wild With Our Mingled Welcome And Farewell!