Farewell! if ever fondest prayer

In secret we met In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years,

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel — farewell! farewell!

Because He is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow? I judge but by the fruits—and they are bitter— Which I must feed on for a fault not mine.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half brokenhearted, To sever for years.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past— For years fleet away with the wings of the dove— The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the virtues of Man, without his Vices.