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How can I leave thee! How can I from thee part!

How can I leave thee! How can I from thee part!

Tune: [How can I leave thee]
Published in 2 hymnals

Full Text

1 How can I leave thee!
How can I from thee part!
That thou hast all my heart,
Sister, believe;
Thou hast this soul of mine,
So closely bound to thine,
No other can I love,
Save thee alone.

2 Blue is a flow'ret
Called the "Forget-me-not;"
Wear it upon thy heart,
And think of me;
Flow'ret and hope may die,
Yet love with us shall stay,
That cannot pass away,
Sister, believe.

3 Would I a bird were,
Soon at thy side to be!
Falcon nor hawk would fear,
Speeding to thee;
When by the fowler slain,
I at thy feet should lie,
Thou sadly shouldst complain,
Joyful I'd die.

(German Words)
1 Ach wie ist's möglich dann,
Dass ich dich lassen kann!
Hab' dich von Herzen lieb,
Das glaube mir!
Du hast das Herze mein
So ganz genommen ein
Dass ich kein' andre lieb',
Als dich allein!

2 Blau ist ein Blümelein,
Das heisst Vergissnichtmein:
Dies Blümlein leg' an's Herz
Und denk' an mich!
Stirbt Blum' und Hoffnung gleich,
Wir sind an Liebe reich;
Denn die stirbt nie bei mir,
Das glaube mir.

3 Wär' ich ein Vögelein,
Wollt' ich bald bei dir sein,
Scheut' Falk und Habicht nicht,
Flög' schnell zu dir.
Schöss' mich ein Jäger tot,
Fiel' ich in deinen Schoss;
Säh'st du mich traurig an,
Gern stürb' ich dann!

Source: The Assembly Hymn and Song Collection: designed for use in chapel, assembly, convocation, or general exercises of schools, normals, colleges and universities. (3rd ed.) #163

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