Poems (Curwen)/A Farewell
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A Farewell.
It may be we shall never meet again,
The parting kisses which I leave to-night
Upon your cheek and brow will there remain,
Till we clasp hands again in God's own sight.
The parting kisses which I leave to-night
Upon your cheek and brow will there remain,
Till we clasp hands again in God's own sight.
And so I do not grieve to say "farewell,"
Because I know that I shall recognise
The dear old face that I have loved so well,
When we two meet again in Paradise.
Because I know that I shall recognise
The dear old face that I have loved so well,
When we two meet again in Paradise.
I have no fear but I shall find you there,
No doubt of the existence of that Land;
And I shall know you by your silver hair,
Your eyes, your smile, your tender clinging hand.
No doubt of the existence of that Land;
And I shall know you by your silver hair,
Your eyes, your smile, your tender clinging hand.
So "God be with you till we meet again,"
And, since the All Wise has ordained it so,
I will not with regret make parting pain,
But kiss you dear old friend—and let you go.
And, since the All Wise has ordained it so,
I will not with regret make parting pain,
But kiss you dear old friend—and let you go.