My friends, my comrades on the road below—
I fain would greet ye now,
And bid ye Godspeed on your ways.
I watch ye pass, and read
The aged visages of each.
I love ye well, and count ye o’er
In fearing lest I lose e’en one of you.
And here the brother of you, every one,
Lies smitten!
But as dear I’ll love him