Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Parting

by Lydia Sigourney

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PARTING.

FEW friends have we on earth, and when they part,
The nerve unwinds whose tension tears the heart;
And the wan brow all blanch'd with sorrow, turns:
Cold, sunk, and pallid as the clay it mourns.