GOOD-BYE.

I cannot write, my tears are flowing fast,

Yet weeping is unnatural to me;

Oh! that this hour of bitterness was past —

The parting hour with all I love and thee

If I had never met or loved thee so,

To part would not have caused me this sharp pain;

Parting so oft occurring here below,

And they who part so seldom meet again.

Yet over land or sea, where'er I go,

My home, my friends, shall flit before my eyes —

And oft I anxiously shall wish to know,

If in thy bosom thoughts of me arise.

Oh, I will think of bygone days of glee,

Though on each point of bitter sorrow driven;

I will not bid thee to remember me,

But oh! see to it that we meet in Heaven.