To Friends At Parting

When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky,
  Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny height,
  And that you tread those well-known paths, where I
  Have strayed with you, do not forget me quite.
  When the warm hearth throws its bright glow around,
  On many a smiling cheek, and glance of light,
  And the gay laugh wakes with its silver sound
  The soul of mirth—do not forget me quite.
  You will not miss me: for with you remain
  Hearts fond and warm, and spirits young and bright;
  'Tis but one word—"farewell," and all again
  Will seem the same, yet don't forget me quite.
 
To ------.  "Oh! turn those eyes away from me!"
  Oh! turn those eyes away from me!
  Though sweet, yet fearful are their rays;
  And though they beam so tenderly,
  I feel, I tremble 'neath their gaze.
  Oh, turn those eyes away! for though
  To meet their glance I may not dare,
  I know their light is on my brow,
  By the warm blood that mantles there.