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But with the truest of all farewells,
And best, ye shall hence depart;
The heart-warm blessing, the tearful prayer,
Of many a lowly heart.
And best, ye shall hence depart;
The heart-warm blessing, the tearful prayer,
Of many a lowly heart.
And though now ye must leave at duty's call
The home of long-wedded years,
Yet blessed be God that ye leave it not
With widowed and orphan tears.
But ye go with a calm and trustful heart,
To find in another sphere
The same circle of holy toil and love,
The same fireside peace as here.
The home of long-wedded years,
Yet blessed be God that ye leave it not
With widowed and orphan tears.
But ye go with a calm and trustful heart,
To find in another sphere
The same circle of holy toil and love,
The same fireside peace as here.
'Tis mournful to think of familiar scenes,
Forsaken by those so dear;
Of the youthful voices, the laughter's sound,
That shall echo no longer here.
Jut turn we with hope to the coming hours,
On the past let us cease to dwell,
And bid ye God-speed to your future home,
As to this we now sigh farewell.
Forsaken by those so dear;
Of the youthful voices, the laughter's sound,
That shall echo no longer here.
Jut turn we with hope to the coming hours,
On the past let us cease to dwell,
And bid ye God-speed to your future home,
As to this we now sigh farewell.
E.
February 21, 1844,
