Classic Poem

For thee I drop the tender tear
For thee I breathe the heartfelt Sigh
Thy loss excites the pang Severe
And torn from thee Id rather die
The wretch who quits his native shore
And leaves his all on earth behind
Has hope that fate may yet restore
And to his wishes prove more kind
But ah that dear deceiver now
To me no balm can ever give
No Cordial drop She can bestow
My dropping spirits to relieve
For ah the dream of bliss is flown
My trembling steps on other ground
With no protector quite alone
pursues a phantom never found