H. J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., N. Y.
How can I bear to leave thee?
One parting kiss I give thee,
And then whate’er befalls me,
I go where honor calls me.
Ne’er more may I behold thee,
Nor to this heart enfold thee—
With spear and pennon glancing,
I see the foe advancing.
I’ll think of thee with longing—
Think thou when tears are thronging—
And with my last faint sighing
I’ll whisper soft, while dying,