Lines on leaving the house of a dear friend where I had pleasantly spent several weeks.
Down deep in the heart is a fountain of tears,
Though seldom it flows to the eye;
’Tis not that I have not true interest and love,
That I say not the sad words, Good bye.
The gate must be opened, and opened for me,
For me to go out of the place,
Where I have enjoyed the best bounties of earth,
Where in love face has answered to face.
As I passed through the gate, language fails to express