Add to ORKGI\u27d offer thee this heart of mine,If I could love thee less,But hearts as warm and pure as thine,Should never know distress.My fortune is too hard for thee,\u27Twould chill thy dearest joyI\u27d rather weep to see thee free Than win thee to destroy Than win thee to destroy. I leave thee to thy happiness,As one too near to loveAs one I\u27ll think of but to bless,While wretchedly I rove;And oh! when sorrow\u27s cap I drink,All bitter though it be;How sweet to me \u27twill be to think It holds no drop for thee. Then fare thee well! an exile now,Without a friend or home;With anguish written on my browAbout the world I roam;For all my dreams of bliss are o\u27erFate bade them all depart And I must leave my native shoreIn brokenness of heart