To Albert.
THOU art going from us, Albert,
Going far away from me,
Where I can not hear thy prattle,
And thy face I can not see.
Back into the Southern country,
Thou art going—there to roam,
THOU art going from us, Albert,
Going far away from me,
Where I can not hear thy prattle,
And thy face I can not see.
Back into the Southern country,
Thou art going—there to roam,