L'ENVOI.
As some dear friend to other climes departing,
Holding the hands of one he loveth well,
Looks in his eyes while silent tears are starting,
And without words they breathe a mute farewell,—
Holding the hands of one he loveth well,
Looks in his eyes while silent tears are starting,
And without words they breathe a mute farewell,—
So ere the Spring across the mountains flying
Wakes the gray earth from silence and repose,
Let us draw near the hoary monarch dying,
And bid good-by to Winter ere he goes.
Wakes the gray earth from silence and repose,
Let us draw near the hoary monarch dying,
And bid good-by to Winter ere he goes.
Think when he came, his royal robes around him,
Grand in his strength and glorious in his might,
Minstrel and bard with song and welcome crowned him,
And shall he go without a word to-night?
Grand in his strength and glorious in his might,
Minstrel and bard with song and welcome crowned him,
And shall he go without a word to-night?
