Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near

Air-"Let me in this ae night."

      Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near,      Far, far from thee, I wander here;      Far, far from thee, the fate severe,      At which I most repine, Love.       Chorus-O wert thou, Love, but near me!      But near, near, near me,      How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,      And mingle sighs with mine, Love.       Around me scowls a wintry sky,      Blasting each bud of hope and joy;      And shelter, shade, nor home have I;      Save in these arms of thine, Love.      O wert thou, &c.       Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,      To poison Fortune's ruthless dart-      Let me not break thy faithful heart,      And say that fate is mine, Love.      O wert thou, &c.       But, dreary tho' the moments fleet,      O let me think we yet shall meet;      That only ray of solace sweet,      Can on thy Chloris shine, Love!      O wert thou, &c.