"Farewell! farewell!" is often heard From the lips of those who part: 'T is a whispered tone, -- 't is a gentle word, But it springs not from the heart. It may serve for the lover's closing lay, To be sung 'neath a summer sky; But give to me the lips that say The honest words, "Good-bye!" "Adieu! adieu!" may greet the ear, In the guise of courtly speech: But when we leave the kind and dear, 'T is not what the soul would teach. Whene'er we grasp the hands of those We would have forever nigh, The flame of Friendship bursts and glows In the warm, frank words, "Good-bye." The mother, sending forth her child To meet with cares and strife, Breathes through her tears her doubts and fears For the loved one's future life. No cold "adieu," no "farewell," lives Within her choking sigh, But the deepest sob of anguish gives, "God bless thee, boy! Good-bye!" Go, watch the pale and dying one, When the glance hast lost its beam; When the brow is cold as the marble stone, And the world a passing dream; And the latest pressure of the hand, The look of the closing eye, Yield what the heart must understand, A long, a last Good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A WINTER'S NIGHT IN IRONDEQUOIT by EMMA MAGIN BISSELL COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM |