Farewell! if ne'er I see thee more, <br />Though distant calls my flight impel, <br />I shall not less thy grace adore, <br />So friend, forever fare thee well. <br /> <br />Farewell! forever, did I say? <br />What, never more thy face to see? <br />Then take the last fond look to-day, <br />And still to-morrow think of me. <br /> <br />Farewell! alas, the tragic sound <br />Has many a tender bosom torn; <br />While desolation spread around, <br />Deserted friendship left to mourn. <br /> <br />Farewell! awakes the sleeping tear, <br />The dormant rill from sorrow's eye, <br />Express'd from one by nature dear, <br />Whose bosom heaves the latent sigh. <br /> <br />Farewell! is but departure's tale, <br />When fond association ends, <br />And fate expands her lofty sail, <br />To show the distant flight of friends. <br /> <br />Alas! and if we sure must part, <br />Far separated long to dwell, <br />I leave thee with a broken heart, <br />So friend, forever, fare thee well. <br /> <br />I leave thee, but forget thee never, <br />Words cannot my feeling tell, <br />'Fare thee well, and if forever, <br />Still forever fare thee well.'<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-frances/
