Poems and Essays

by Joseph Howe

FAREWELL. [A word that must be. Byron.]
Farewell to thee Sister, it may be forever, These moments of Friendship perhaps are our last, And our hearts, by the framing of Fortune, may never Be blest with one hour like those which have pass’d. Farewell!—though each feeling of Love and Affection,	5
Which Friendship has taught in our bosoms to swell, And which long have encircled our youthful connexion, Should burst at our parting, dear Sister, Farewell. [Page 131]