Quick from the forms of those we love so well,
From gentle youth, and age,
We haste to stand at duty,s call
On life,s tumultuous stage.
The silent tear hath dimmed an eye
That of,t in love, and truth
That made the phantom, sorrow fly
The brow of friendless youth.
Well may we not from tears refrain,
At parting here on earth!
For here we seldom meet again
In pleasure and in merth.
But why should tears by friends be shed
When from this world of care
We haste to one of lasting bliss
To meet in Friendship there.
signed "Alfred G.....d / Providence June 26 - 1843"