Farewell! since never more for thee
The sun comes up our eastern skies,
Less bright henceforth shall sunshine be
To some fond hearts and saddened eyes.
There are, who for thy last, long sleep,
Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore;
Shall weep because thou canst not weep,
And grieve that all thy griefs are o'er.
Sad thrift of love! the loving breast
On which the. aching head was thrown
Gave up the weary head to rest,
But kept the aching for its own.
