GO! MAY'ST THOU BE HAPPY.
I
Go! may'st thou be happy,
Though sadly we part;
In life's early summer
Grief breaks not the heart;
The ills that assail us
As speedily pass
As shades o'er a mirror,
Which stain not the glass.
II
Reject not my token,
Though soon thou wilt be
Far over the billows,
Forgetful of me;
To me, and me only,
'Tis anguish to part.
For thou wilt meet kindness
Wherever thou art.
III
And oh! when beholding
A different scene,
When leaves fall around you
That used to be green;
May winter be clothed in
His loveliest form,
With all of his grandeur,
But none of his storm,
