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A Farewell.

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(From the French.)

To four-score years my years have come;
At such an age to shuffle home
Full time it seems to be:
So now, without regret, I go,
Gaily my packing-up I do;
Bonsoir, la Compagnie!
When no more in this world I dwell
Where I shall live I can't quite tell;
Dear God! be that with Thee!
Thou wilt ordain nothing save right,
Why should I feel then grief or fright?
Bonsoir, la Compagnie!
Of pleasant days I had my share;
For love and fame no more I care;
Good sooth, they weary me!
A gentleman, when fit for nought,
Takes leave politely, as he ought:
Bonsoir, la Compagnie!