(Long may this loved bower remain!)
Here may we all meet again.
When the dreams of life are fled,
When its wasted lamps are dead,
When in cold oblivion's shade
Beauty, health, and strength are laid,
Where immortal spirits reign,
There we all shall meet again.
This parting piece was sung in religious meetings as a hymn, like the other once so common, but later,—
“When shall we meet again,