“Farewell!—but whenever”

FAREWELL!—but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend that once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs, to be happy with you. His griefs may return—not a hope may remain Of the few that have brightened his pathway of pain— But he ne’er can forget the short vision that threw Its enchantment around him while lingering with you! And still on that evening when Pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where’er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends! will be with you that night; Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, And return to me, beaming all o’er with your smiles— Too blest if it tell me that, ’mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice has murmured, “I wish he were here!” Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features which joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled! Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled— You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Collection: 
1799
Sub Title: 
II. Parting and Absence

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