by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Turn not away!
Language: English 
Turn not away! 
Turn not away 
From the fond heart thou hast slighted; 

Scorn not my dream, 
Bright as the beam 
E'er by thy cold frown benighted. 
E'er by thy cold frown benighted 
E'er by thy cold frown benighted. 

Bid me not now 
Spurn every vow 
Once so confidingly plighted 

Where shall I turn 
How can I learn 
Other delights to awaken? 

Ne'ever can I find 
Joy for my mind, 
Hope from my heart being taken. 
Hope from my heart being taken 
Hope from my heart being taken. 

Vainly I'll strive 
Hope to revive 
When my thee scorned and forsaken. 

Turn not away! 
Turn not away 
From the fond heart thou hast slighted; 

Scorn not my dream, 
Bright as the beam 
E'er by thy cold frown benighted 
E'er by thy cold frown benighted 
E'er by thy cold frown benighted. 

Bid me not now 
Spurn every vow 
Once so confidingly plighted. 

When I would smile, 
Grief to beguile, 
Peace from my breast has departed; 

When I would hide 
Anguish in pride 
Sorrowing teardrops have started 
Sorrowing teardrops have started 
Sorrowing teardrops have started. 

Turn not away! 
Turn not away! 
Leave me not now broken hearted!

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 44
Word count: 194