GOOD-BYE.
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Bright from thy blue eye,
And fair o'er thy cheek.
Call thy young children
In from their play,
Cover their faces up,
Lead them away;
Methinks, my enfeebled heart
Wilder'd and lone,
Dreadeth the going
More than the gone.
From the first life-throb,
When on my breast,
One bright Sabbath morning
They laid thee to rest;
We have dwelt undivided,
Like sapling and spray,
But newer loves govern thee,
Hie thee away.
Throw the dark mountains
That nothing may sever,
Throw leagues of forest
Between us forever,
To a new mansion
With vision'd hopes gay,
Stronger loves beckon thee,
Hie thee away.
Mid lakelets of silver,
In caskets of green,
