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  • Go, forget me! why should sorrow
    O'er that brow a shadow fling?
    Go, forget me, and to-morrow
    Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
    Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
    Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!

    Charles Wolfe (1827). “Remains of the Late Rev. Charles Wolfe ...: With a Brief Memoir of His Life”, p.44