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Farewell

As we travel Life's weary journey,
And plod through the gathering years,
With our burdens of care and sorrow,
O'er a pathway bedewed with tears.
If, perchance, for a fleeting moment
Our hearts should with rapture swell,
We have added but one more sorrow,
When we bid the glad time "Farewell".

I have watched the bright dawn awaking,
And noted each changing light,
As the sun, in its morning splendour,
Dispelled the dark gloom of night.
I have welcomed its bright rays stealing
Over hill-top, and wood, and dell;
Yet, my joy was alloyed with sorrow,
As I bade the bright stars "Farewell".

I have seen the red sun descending
To its home in the glowing west,
Whilst the tremulous voice of nature
Was solemnly lulled to rest.
I have welcomed the stars, appearing,
And greeted them one by one,
Yet, my greeting was toned with sadness,
As I said "Farewell" to the sun.

When we welcome the summer sunshine,
Farewell to the flowers of Spring.
Adieu to the fruits of Autumn,
When we welcome the frosty king.
Good-bye to the joys of childhood,
When vigorous youth appears;
Then - a season of strife and turmoil,
And - farewell to the vanished years.

I am sighing a farewell message,
As I sit in the gathering gloom.
Farewell to all earthly sorrows,
Then - rest, in the silent tomb.
Farewell to the trees, and flowers,
To mountain, and stream, and dell,
Farewell to the glorious sunlight,
To the moon and stars, "Farewell"

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  • rhondasail
    February 15, 2007

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    Song of goodbye...

    This is a sad poem for me, Spencer seems to forever say 'farewell' to his life: the dawn, the sun, the stars, the night, all of the wondrous moments that connect to make us love life. He continues the thought to the 'tomb', but speaks not of a rising spirit beyond. This is a poem of no hope. Yet, his mention of all those bright and shining moments speaks to the fact that he does so love those moments, or he would have no need to say farewell. I suspect Mr. Spencer was suffering either a loss of love, or a great depression when he penned this. Still in all, it has a moody, musical flow and rhyme that trips from the tongue when read aloud. So...sad, but well worth the read.