To Mrs. ——, on Her Departure for Europe

Farewell! farewell! for many a day
Our thoughts far o'er the sea will roam!
Blessings and prayers attend thy way;
Glad welcomes wait for thee at home.

While gazing upon Alpine snows,
Or lingering near Italian shores;
Where Nature all her grandeur shows,
Or art unveils her treasured stores;

When mingling with those gifted minds
That shed their influence on our race,
Thine own its native station finds,
And takes with them an honour'd place;

Forget not, then, how dear thou art
To many friends not with thee there;
To many a warm and anxious heart,
Object of love, and hope, and prayer.

When shall we meet again? — some day,
In a bright morning, when the gale
Sweeps the blue waters as in play;
Then shall we watch thy coming sail?

When shall we meet again, and where?
We trust not hope's uncertain voice;
To faith the future all is fair:
She speaks assured; "Thou shalt rejoice.'

Perhaps our meeting may be when,
Mid new-born life's awakening glow,
The loved and lost appear again,
Heaven's music sounding sweet and low.