FAREWELL.

I ASK for no flower nor garland,

Nor ringlet of thy hair;

Give me no fading tokens,

For which men seem to care.

These were but poor requitals

For the loss of seeing thee;

Can base, dead things of fashion

Recall thy form to me?

No! Give me a ray of sunshine

From the depth of thy sweet eyes!

Give me a word of comfort,

A song that never dies.

And then, though absent ever,

Though years shall pass us by,

Yet the heart and mind, still constant,

Shall keep them fresh as aye.

And when in despondent moments

I con my treasures o'er,

Thy spirit shall rise before me,

And I 'll love as I loved before.

P. E.