Martinsburg Gazette And Public Advertiser

POETRY.

A Farewell

Oh! 'tis the penalty we pay,
In this frail world of ours,
To find that blue, which zoneless fade
Are born of sweetest flowers,
The brightest clouds an argent
With rapture gazes on,
Are only seen in evening skies--
We look, and they are gone—

Farewell
Thou, bright and lovely one! we met,
And thus wilt disappear,
Like summer flowers and evening cloud,
And wond'ring to be here
Yet to have known or seen thee e'en
I ne'er to forget,
While Mem'ry triumphs over space
I hold thy image yet-

Farewell
Peace to thy path, where'er it be;
May all good angels keep,
And may his hand be over thee,
Who rules the stormy deep.
Forget not, in thy sunny clime,
Those distant hearts that beat,
With not less warmth for thee, tho' doomed
No more on earth to meet.

Farewell!
Farewell—I know, where'er thou art,
That thou must ever be,
That idol of another's love,
Which thou hast been to me;
I know thy image may be lodg'd,
In some far worthier shrine;
But I too, know 'another's love,'
Can never equal mine.
Farewell!