Announced by bugle blasts the train rolls in, Her window-lights like one far flash of fire; Forthwith some bid adieu, and some enquire For their far-travelled friends who now begin Their seats to leave amid a deafening din, As boxes, trunks, and mails about are thrown; A moment more and we are left alone, For she is gone the murky night within. Then Fancy tells me where her inmates roam: "Some are on business bent; some flee from care; And some begin life's sun and shade to share; Others in answer to the call of Home Make haste in tears a dear, dead face to view; While some from o'er the seas seek pastures new." |