FARE THEE WELL. "Alas! they had been friends in Youth; "But never either found another "The marks of that which once hath been." Coleridge's Christabel,. FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, "Twas not well to spurn it SO. Though the world for this commend thee- Even its praises must offend thee, Though my many faults defaced me, Than the one which once embraced me, Still thine own its life retaineth Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is-that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper sorrow Both shall live, but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed. VOL. IV. U And when thou wouldst solace gather, Wilt thou teach her to say "Father!" Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble All All my faults perchance thou knowest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee-by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But 'tis done all words are idleWords from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way without the will.— Fare thee well!-thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted— More than this I scarce can die. A SKETCH. "Honest-Honest Iago! "If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee." Shakspeare. BORN in the garret, in the kitchen bred, She taught the child to read, and taught so well, An adept next in penmanship she grows, None know-but that high Soul secured the heart, |