Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/A Farewell to the Month

by Lydia Sigourney

A FAREWELL TO THE MONTH.

FAREWELL! Farewell! no rolling sun
    To me shall e'er thy light restore,
And cheerfully thou go'st to seek
    Thy many sisters gone before.

I would, that all unstain'd and fair.
The register that thou dost bear
Of me—might be; but yet adieu,
And if I sigh, still be thou true.
For thou to Heaven's assembled host,
Must utter what of me thou know'st.

Nay—cast not back that look of pain,
And echo not my sighs again!

Thou gav'st me time much good to do,
And health—and privileges too,
And if I fail'd, still blameless thou.

Thou brought'st me comfort from above,
Sweet peace, and fond paternal love,
No night of pain, or day of noise,
But gentle, intellectual joys.

I hang upon thy parting glance,
    And bind thy memory to my heart;
Thy little life to me was sweet,
    Was sweet as friendship—so depart.

---

---