A FAREWELL SONG.

Oh! sometimes when our hearts are gay, And Pleasure round us smiles, Too soon the hours may pass away That rosy Mirth beguiles; And we may feel a tinge of pain Amid the festal cheer, And pause to ask, "When, when again, Shall all be gathered here?"

But ah! the future's dusky veil Hides coming years from view; And still our yearning eyes must fail To pierce its darkness through. But Memory can hold the past That we have loved so well; And, like a halo round it cast, Affection's light may dwell.

And thus, my friends, though call'd away To join another scene, My thoughts shall often backward stray To all that once has been. And bygone hours shall come again— The cherished times and dear. And bring the moments in their train When I was with you here.

And as sweet flowers, tho' sere and dead, Can by their fragrance bring Remembrance of the days long fled Again on Memory's wing. So many a kindly smile I'll mourn With deep and fond regret; For though I never may return, I never can forget.