Union And American

BARBARA.

Farewell, farewell sweet Barbara,
No more shall we together
Drink in the mountain scenery
Or walk beside the heather.
No more will our trysting place
Beside the fountain 'neath the will
Be enchanted by your grace,
But be forever dark and still
The moss will grow on our rocky seat
And the birds will hear thy voice no more;
The brook that laved thy dainty feet,
Will lave them now no more.
For thou art gone to the grave my dear
And the wild wild winds in their
rage may tear
By blindly, madly and furiously.
Yet thou heed'st them not, thou art free.
Gone, gone is my darling
Gone are the pleasures of the past,
Gone the spirit so gentle and loving;
In love so pure and sincere steadfast,
Sleep on my love, sleep peacefully,
'Til that welcome day shall come,
When we shall meet so joyously
In a better land, celestial home.
My last farewell. thou wilt not wake
'Til the last trumpet's commanding blast
This mighty universe shall shake—
The end of nature. of days the last.
Wait for me there: I shall meet thee
Rapturous on the other shore:
Of my delay think not sorrowfully.
I only wait the wind to waft me o'er.