Parting

Parting How swift the moments glide with those Whom distance soon must separate; And oh, how sootheless are the throes Of parting! and how desolate The heart doth feel, 'ere yet that word, Faintly escapes the lips, — "Good-bye!" Then, touch'd in Sorrow's inmost chord, Affection's dew-drops dim the eye. Where'er Affection binds the heart And two souls drink the same as one, — Oh, it is sad for them to part And feel that solemn truth "Alone;" Oft, oft will Memory's fancy flee, As lightning's wing, to other lands Athwart the bosom of the sea Where tender tears bath'd parting hands. Tis sad to view the last faint breath Depart from out the form we love, To see the quivering throe of death Unnerve the pulse no more to move; Then pallied hue upon that cheek Bespeaks too true what death hath done; And Sorrow's whisper, mild and meek With tears is heard— "departed, gone." Reaver, Utah J°siah R°8erson