AS one, who, destined from his friends to part,
Regrets his loss, but hopes again, ere while,
To share their converse and enjoy their smile,
And tempers, as he may, affliction’s dart;
Thus, lov’d associates! chiefs of elder art!
Teachers of wisdom! who could once beguile
My tedious hours, and lighten every toil,
I now resign you — nor with fainting heart.
For, pass a few short years, or days or hours,
And happier seasons may their dawn unfold,
And all your sacred fellowship restore;
When freed from earth, unlimited its powers.
Mind shall with mind direct communion hold,
And kindred spirits meet to part no more.
William Roscoe.
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