We'll find no friends like these again.
I leave you in the dear old home
That once was mine—now mine no more:
Henceforth a stranger I must come
To haunts so well beloved of yore;
Yet if your faces turn to mine
The kindly smile I'm wont to see,
Not all, not all I must resign—
My lost home's light still shines for me!
Whatever chance or change be mine