On the Death of an Old Family Friend, To His Wife

Fare thee well, my love, my darling

I’ll come to thee ere the dawn

Fare thee well, thou room of sickness

Round the bed the curtains drawn

Wait for me, my love, my darling

Out beyond the river cold

We’ve walked long toiling, laughing

Hand in hand grown gray and old

Wait awhile thou room of sickness

Thou hast a time but it’ll end

Out beyond the golden river

Thou wilt find us well again

Fare thee well, my love, my darling

Soon again I’ll see thy face

We’ve been promised sure, my darling

No farewells are in that place