"GOOD-BYE" AT THE GATE.TO ALICE.
OOD-BYE," she said, and left the gate—Just then a funeral passed in state—
"Good-bye," I sighed, as moved the train:
Alas! the dead come not back again
To say to us "Good-bye."
"Good-bye " once more I answered her;
That face, that voice, again will cheer—
The dead—the dead I do not mean,
To their loved they'll not return again—
They've said their last "Good-bye."
That face, that voice, again will cheer—
The dead—the dead I do not mean,
To their loved they'll not return again—
They've said their last "Good-bye."
With funeral pomp and hired woe,
Behold the mutes that are paid to go,
With as many plumes as hearse can hold,
If the dead provide the funeral gold
To gild their last "Good-bye."
Behold the mutes that are paid to go,
With as many plumes as hearse can hold,
If the dead provide the funeral gold
To gild their last "Good-bye."
