Which fondly pined for my return.
There was a lip which always breathed
E’en short farewells in tones of sadness;
There was a voice whose eager sound
My welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness.
There was a mind whose vigorous power
On mine its own effulgence threw,
And called my humble talents forth,
While thence its dearest joys it drew.
There was a love which for my weal