With All My Soul, Then, Let Us Part, Since Both Are Anxious To Be Free; And I Will Sand You Home Your Heart, If You Will Send Mine Back To Me. We've Had Some Happy Hours Together, But Joy Must Often Change Its Wing; And Spring Would Be But Gloomy Weather, If We Had Nothing Else But Spring. 'Tis Not That I Expect To Find A More Devoted, Fond And True One, With Rosier Cheek Or Sweeter Mind-- Enough For Me That SHe's A New One. Thus Let Us Leave The Bower Of Love, Where We Have Loitered Long In Bliss; And You May Down That Pathway Rove, While I Shall Take My Way Through This.