Impromptu. On the Departure of -------.

Impromptu. On the Departure of -------.

Propitious be the gales that waft thee,

To southern clime, to peaceful home,

Thy smile, perhaps, may never greet me,

Or friendship tempt thee, here again to roam.

Could I but once more meet thine eye,

That ever beam'd with fond delight,

That kindly look when I was nigh,

Seams now to meet me gay and bright.

I muse till fancy brings thee near,

Though boundless oceans do us sever,

I turn to gaze on one so dear.

And find thou'rt gone from us for ever.

Harriet

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