Farewell! since never more for thee
⁠The sun comes up our eastern skies,
Less bright henceforth shall sunshine be
⁠To some fond hearts and saddened eyes.

There are, who for thy last, long sleep,
⁠Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore;
Shall weep because thou canst not weep,
⁠And grieve that all thy griefs are o'er.

Sad thrift of love! the loving breast
⁠On which the. aching head was thrown
Gave up the weary head to rest,
⁠But kept the aching for its own.