A Trifle to a Friend

THOU'LT leave us! o'er the wild waves of the deep,Where winds in fierce unrest for ever sweep,In dim, and dark, and distant lands to roam,A weary wanderer from thy Western home.Friend of my father, my full heart is stirred,And, ere thou go, 'twould breathe a parting word,And bid thee linger not on those far shoresFrom those who love thee in their hearts' deep cores.I've loved—I love thee, and in earnest prayerTo Heaven, I ask, that, when oppressed with care,Where Albion's gleaming cliffs are floating high,Like snowy clouds against her pale blue sky,Thou there may'st find a gentle friend, like me,To love, to tend, to guard and cherish thee;Soft, tender, true, affectionate, and kind,As the pure thoughts of thy own heart and mind.Thou goest forth with golden hopes, that gleamLike flashing sunshine on the morning stream—May those bright hopes ne'er melt away in tears,But glow and brighten through the coming years.Whether thou ling'rest where Italian skiesShine ever with their glorious Eden-dyes,Where the deep soul of love all wildly gleamsIn the mild lustre of the moon's sweet beams,And where bright lakes in their untroubled rest,Smile like young dimples upon Nature's breast,Or where the mountains of old SwitzerlandTower with their glaciers, stern, and wild, and grand;Or 'mid sweet Erin's emerald vales and bowers,Or in gay France to "chase the glowing hours"With merry jest, and laugh, and song, and dance,Forgetful of dark time and dreary chance;I pray thee, 'mid thy wanderings, still to keepWithin thy memory beautiful and deep,A gentle thought of me, a holy spellIn thy true soul—God bless thee, and farewell.