"Since, where thou art, I may not dwell,
'Twill soothe to be, where thou inst been."

FARE thee well, dearest, peace be thine,
      Though my lone day be dark, with sorrow,
May each of thine, more brightly shine,
     And happier still, thy every morrow.
Yes--round thy heart, may joy and peace,
     Contentment's garland, greenly wreathe,
Its buds of peace, each day, increase,
     And every floweret, sweeter breathe.

Farewell--thou goest to spread delight,
     Where'er thy peaceful presence beams;
And tho' the light, that blessed my sight,
     With warmest ray, no longer gleams;
Yet, fare thee well; in joy and woe,
     The heart, that long has loved thee dearly,
No change can know, where'er it go,
     But still must dote on thee, sincerely.

And, when no more, that soft blue eye,
     Light of my way, life's beacon-star,
With cheering rays, around me plays,
     Nor throws its moonlight smile, afar;
Oh, then, each loved and lonely scene,
     I'll haunt, where thou wed wont to dwell;
And sweetly dream, and fondly deem;
     I hear thee say, Farewell,--Farewell!"

Sept. 4, 1819.

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