'TIS o'er! the tender tie is broke

Which bound my heart so close to thee;

Though painful, though severe the stroke,

I now can smile that I am free.

The grief, the sorrow, and the woe

That I was called to undergo,

The bitter pangs, the heartfelt pain,

All, all have ceased their tyrant reign.

'Twas but a moment's pain, 'tis gone;

I'm happy, though unhappy now;

And Melancholy, meek and wan,

Sits peaceful on my thoughtful brow.

The world, with all its loss and gain,

Me neither pleasure gives nor pain;

With thee, false, heartless one, with thee

I lost all joy—all misery.