Passion Week / Goodbye

GOODBYE. The following beautiful poem was written by the author of it on leav- ing Utah and the United States, to make her home in Mexico. The spirit of its pathos, the beauty of its similes and the nobility of its patriotism is worthy of Tom. Moore. — Editor. Day by day glides away and the hour approaches Which severs the bond 'twixt my country and me; The place of my birth, and the home of a life-time, Columbia—"land of the brave and the free!" Oh, flag of my nation, loved emblem of freedom, How oft my heart swelled with a patriot's pride, But now, as an exile, though never an alien, I bid you farewell for the world, wild and wide. Like a child taking leave of a fond, tender mother, Scenes dear and familiar enrapture the eye — "It may be for years, and it may be forever," I bid you a loving and tearful goodbye. Should my land of adoption a grave only offer, And pines sigh a requiem over my tomb, Though gorgeous and lovely the flowers above me, Oh, plant on my grave a wild lily from home. Oh, friends, tried and faithful, I take away with me The perfume of roses, and heartsease, and balm —