Tuesday, May 21, 2013

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

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