One soft regret yet softens o'er my mind,
One other self I yet must leave behind;
In leaving her, I leave my better part,
With half the fairest virtues of my heart.
In scenes of sorrow long our loves were tried,
Oft has she wept, and sigh'd as I have sigh'd;
The sister Fates for both alike had wove
A tale of sorrow in a veil of love;
The blending lights and shades of other's woe
Mix in a way none but the wretched know;
None but the wretched see by what fine thread
Those hearts are tied which with one wound have bled!