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To a Friend at Parting.[1]
Farewell, my friend!—Perchance again
I'll clasp thee to a faithful heart—
Farewell my friend!—We part in pain,
Yet we must part!
Were this memento to declare
All that the inward moods portray,
Dark boding grief were pictured there,
And wild dismay!
For thee, my fancy paints a scene
Of peace on life's remoter shore—
Thy wishes long fulfilled have been,
Or even more:
And when success hath crowned thy toil,
And hope hath raised thy heart to Heaven—
Thou well mayst love the generous soil
Where love was given.
- ↑ The "Friend at Parting" was Mr Robert Peacock, at present (July, 1848) resident, I believe, in Germany.—K.
