POEMS.
71
ON THE DEPARTURE OF SOME RELATIVES FOR AFRICA.
Ye leave us, oh! beloved ones,
In our anguish and our fear,
And vainly we shall listen
Each cherished tone to hear.
No face will smile upon us,
In all our sorrow lone,
For the silence of your household roof
Will tell us ye are gone.
In our anguish and our fear,
And vainly we shall listen
Each cherished tone to hear.
No face will smile upon us,
In all our sorrow lone,
For the silence of your household roof
Will tell us ye are gone.
No footsteps lightly ringing
Shall steal our senses o'er;
The voices we so dearly loved
Must gladden us no more.
In vain each bright and smiling face
We yearn to gaze upon;
For mem'ry to our aching hearts
Will whisper, "Ye are gone."
Shall steal our senses o'er;
The voices we so dearly loved
Must gladden us no more.
In vain each bright and smiling face
We yearn to gaze upon;
For mem'ry to our aching hearts
Will whisper, "Ye are gone."
Ye seek a strange and distant land—
Another home afar;
And, oh! may peace with gentle ray,
Be still your guiding star.
Another home afar;
And, oh! may peace with gentle ray,
Be still your guiding star.
