Soft floating in the vault of heaven?
Gaze on the shadowy vision fair;
'Tis the last time it resteth there.
And dost thou breathe the word "farewell?"
'Twill be affection's funeral knell.
And never dream to thy fond arms,
Thy friend, arrayed in cherished charms,
This cold, vain world will e'er restore
As warm and truthful as before.
Hope in thy heart may chide its pain,