FAREWELL TO FELLOW VOYAGERS.
When shall we all meet again?
When, shall we all meet again?
We, who side by side, so long,
Listen'd to the billows' song,
Saw the Sun, enrob'd in gloom,
Plunging 'mid his ocean-tomb,
And, anon, its bursting floor
To the skies, their king restore;
Days of hope, and nights of fear
Drew us, heart to heart more near,
And though now serenely fair
Gleams the haven of our prayer,
Still this parting hath its pain,
When, shall we all meet again?
When the watch of time is sped,
When its beacon-fires are dead,
When our sails no more are furl'd
From the tempests of the world,
And no more, expanding wide,
Woo its gales of joy or pride,
When those ties the heart that sway,
Pass, like smoking flax away,
When the judgment-seat is set,
When the tribes of earth are met,
When those Books, whose awful scroll
Seal the sentence of the soul,
Ope,—for endless bliss, or pain;
Then, shall we all meet again.