For though my pen doth write adieu,
I cannot say for aye farewell.
God’s love and peace be with thee, when
Soe’r this soft Autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair.
Thou lack’st not friendship’s spellword, nor
The half-unconscious power to draw
All hearts to thine by Love’s sweet law.
With such a prayer, on this sweet day,