STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

By William Lisle Bowles

I trust the happy hour will come,

That shall to peace thy breast restore;

And that we two, beloved friend,

Shall one day meet to part no more.

It grieves me most, that parting thus,

All my soul feels I dare not speak;

And when I turn me from thy sight,

The tears in silence wet my cheek.

Yet I look forward to the time,

That shall each wound of sorrow heal;

When I may press thee to my heart,

And tell thee all that now I feel.