A Farewell by Mabel Forrest

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Oh, let it lie a moment in my own-- 
That dear, dear hand whose strength for me has flown, 
Never again to meet in friendliness. 
Oh! clinging hand, would I had loved you less!

Oh, let them lie a moment on my own-- 
Those dear, dear lips which now so cold have grown, 
That once seemed made alone for tenderness. 
Fond, faithless lips, would I had loved you less!   

Then turn and go for evermore from me, 
Hands, eyes, and lips I never more may see; 
Hands, eyes, lips, voice, I pray that God may bless, 
And for thy failings may not love thee less! 

First published in The Queenslander, 26 March 1898

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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