Green Bank

Brother, brother! thou art gone, and I will not mourn
thy going,
Though thou hast been unto me like a river in its
flowing;
For many a fresh and manly thought, and many a glo-
rious dream,
Like fruits and flowers of foreign lands, have flourished
by the stream.
Yet, brother, it is well to part: a sunset in the sky
Sinks deepest in the heart wken it is fading from the eye!

The heart is never safe unless it trembles while it woos:
Man cannot love a treasure that he does not fear to lose.
In touch and look and earnest tone, and many a little way
Thy spirit will be more with me when thou art far
away:
For men may dwell by mountain streams, and all the
summer round
Have music lingering in their ears till they forget the
sound.

Though it be bitterness and pain to bid a friend good-bye,
Yet love will catch the tear-drops as they hurry from the
eye:
And friendship's rarest, holiest flowers spring up from
loyal fears,
Frail blooms that give no scent unless we water them
with tears:
And rich and happy is the heart wherein there always
dwell,
Like household gods, the memories of many a kind fare-
well!