To Friends At Parting

When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky, Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny height, And that you tread those well-known paths, where I Have strayed with you, do not forget me quite. When the warm hearth throws its bright glow around, On many a smiling cheek, and glance of light, And the gay laugh wakes with its silver sound The soul of mirth—do not forget me quite. You will not miss me: for with you remain Hearts fond and warm, and spirits young and bright; 'Tis but one word—'farewell,' and all again Will seem the same, yet don't forget me quite. To ------. 'Oh! turn those eyes away from me!' Oh! turn those eyes away from me! Though sweet, yet fearful are their rays; And though they beam so tenderly, I feel, I tremble 'neath their gaze. Oh, turn those eyes away! for though To meet their glance I may not dare, I know their light is on my brow, By the warm blood that mantles there.