WHAT shall I say, dear friends, to whom I owe The choicest blessings, dropping from the hands Of trustful love and friendship, as you go Forth on your journey to those older lands, By saint and sage and bard and hero trod? Scarcely the simple farewell of the Friends Sufficeth; after you my full heart sends Such benediction as the pilgrim hears Where the Greek faith its golden dome uprears, From Crimea's roses to Archangel snows, The fittest prayer of parting: "Go with God!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |