Over the hills and high moutains
And beyond the oceans wide –
To seek wisdom’s purest fountains
Thou hast gone afar to bide.
Like the flower without perfume
Is life – without you near me;
And when Loneliness dost resume,
I oft set my thought on thee.
All the happy moments and deeds
We’ve shared and done together,
Will – like a streams of wistful dreams –
Flow in my heart for ever.
Farewell to thee, O Sweet Lady,
Even though we’re miles apart,
I’ll pray for thee to Almighty
For thou dwell deep in my heart.
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