PARTING.
The deepest sorrow fills the heart
To see our loved ones perish;
But soon or late we all must part
With those we fondly cherish.
The tie must break with friend and friend:
The true and noble-hearted
Must one day reach their journey’s end,
To join the dear departed.
Why mourn we, then, for those who cross
The intervening river?
Although to us a heavy loss,
To them is joy forever.
SONG.
Not always the prettiest flowers
Fill the air with the sweetest perfume;
And not always the sweetest singer
Is the bird with the fairest plume.