THE
STRUGGLE
A
Thousand
sighs
that
bursting
rise
,
Bid
Strephon
here
remain
,
Yet
Sally
cried
,
with
woman's
pride
,
Oh
ne'er
return
again
.
Awhile
to
stand
,
and
take
her
hand
,
Besought
the
blooming
swain
;
Away
she
flies
,
and
thus
replies
,
Oh
ne'er
return
again
.
O
speak
the
truth
,
nor
scorn
the
youth
,
These
struggles
are
in
vain
;
He
goes
away
,
now
can
you
say
,
Oh
ne'er
return
again
.
How
dark's
the
night
,
he's
out
of
sight
,
Unheard
I'll
breath
my
pain
;
Ye
zephyrs
sigh
,
although
I
die
,
Oh
ne'er
return
again
.
Nor
e'er
reveal
how
much
I
feel
,
In
forcing
this
disdain
;
Tho'
death
should
tell
I
lov'd
thee
well
,
Oh
ne'er
return
again
.
This
wounded
heart
,
that
bleeds
to
part
,
Was
never
us'd
to
feign
;
Unmov'd
you
go
,
then
never
know
,
Oh
ne'er
return
again
.