In robes of joy, another moment may
Be dress’d in sorrow’s sables. Happy they,
Who in the bosom of the Savior dwell,
And find a refuge there in grief’s dark day.
The parting came—how did each bosom swell,
When, with a silent kiss, he told us all farewell!
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And as he turn’d he dash’d a tear away;
For he must feel a pang who says “farewell;”
Yet ’tis a word that all have had to say.