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MRS. PARTINGTON'S FAREWELL,
WHEN SHE LEFT HER POST.
By the open door she stood,
And a drop stood in her eye,—
A thousand thronging memories
Restrained the sad good-by;
'T was sundering the golden chain
That long had bound her here,
And she gave to olden happiness
The tribute of a tear.
And a drop stood in her eye,—
A thousand thronging memories
Restrained the sad good-by;
'T was sundering the golden chain
That long had bound her here,
And she gave to olden happiness
The tribute of a tear.
At last the word was uttered,
The farewell word was spoke;
Her eyes were dim with sorrow, part,
And part with coffee smoke;
She waved her hand and handkerchief,
A flush was on her brow,
And tremulously murmured she,
“I'll make my essex now!”
The farewell word was spoke;
Her eyes were dim with sorrow, part,
And part with coffee smoke;
She waved her hand and handkerchief,
A flush was on her brow,
And tremulously murmured she,
“I'll make my essex now!”
Then closed the door behind her,
She pensive moved and slow;
She lingered long upon the stairs,—
Ah, loth was she to go!
But her destiny was written,
She could bide no longer here,
And Mrs. Partington did weep
Full many a bitter tear!
She pensive moved and slow;
She lingered long upon the stairs,—
Ah, loth was she to go!
But her destiny was written,
She could bide no longer here,
And Mrs. Partington did weep
Full many a bitter tear!
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