PARTING.
Farewell! that word has broken hearts And blinded eyes with tears; Farewell! one stays, and one departs; Between them roll the years.
No wonder why who say it think — Farewell! he may fare ill; No wonder that their spirits sink And all their hopes grow chill.
Good-bye! that word makes faces pale And fills the soul with fears; Good-bye! two words that wing a wail Which flutters down the years.
No wonder they who say it feel Such pangs for those who go; Good-bye they wish the parted weal, But ah! they may meet woe.