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GOOD BY.
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GOOD BY.
HE, wind blows freshly out to sea,
The white sails flutter unconfined;
One word to those I leave behind,
And I will go unfalteringly.
Good by!
Thus cheerful let our parting be!
The white sails flutter unconfined;
One word to those I leave behind,
And I will go unfalteringly.
Good by!
Thus cheerful let our parting be!
I go to sunnier lands than this,
Where all things fair and radiant seem,—
Where I shall walk as in a dream
Of nature's rarest perfectness.
Good by!
There breath is balm, and life is bliss!
Where all things fair and radiant seem,—
Where I shall walk as in a dream
Of nature's rarest perfectness.
Good by!
There breath is balm, and life is bliss!
Yet shall I almost grieve, that there,
In that most rare and glorious dime,
I lose our Northern winter-time,
Whitening with snow-flakes all the air.
Good by!
You will behold it, white and fair!
In that most rare and glorious dime,
I lose our Northern winter-time,
Whitening with snow-flakes all the air.
Good by!
You will behold it, white and fair!