Classic Poem

Farewell , a long farewell! dear patrons, friends!
This parting scene my infant bosom rends,
For spite of all my joy to see you here,
My heart will throb, and gush the frequent tear.
In you, my foster parents I behold;
Your kindness bade my tender mind unfold;
Warmed by your smiles, you saw me sportive run,
A little insect, fluttering in the sun;
Urchin I am, but me you've always loved,
My faults you pardoned, and my tricks approved;
My heart will break to be removed from you,
And oh! my mother — she has loved you too.
Full well you knew the faults of childish years;
The bud must blossom, e'er the fruit appears;
And oft, by smiling, you have seemed to say,
I'd grow a woman on some future day.
And then, some beau gallant my face might charm,
" Heaven save the mark, " these eyes may do some harm.
Oh! how I've longed, that I might older grow,
To join this mimick world of joy and woe;
And teach some future scene, with graceful ease,
To charm like Stanley, or like Powell please;
But, oh! those fairy prospects now are o'er,
Farewell! perhaps we part to meet no more;
Pardon a child, forgive her artless tears,
She leaves the friends she loves, esteems, reveres;
Whate'er in life may be my varied lot,
Boston, dear Boston, ne'er shall be forgot;
Nor time shall bar, nor distance interfere,
My heart shall still return to visit here;
And if Success attend my riper days,
How proud I'll be to have deserved your praise.

Farewell, a sad farewell! sires, guardians, friends!
May Heaven, whose bounty all our blessings sends,
Pluck from Life's path the thorn that would molest,
And smooth Death's pillow, as you sink to rest!
And then receive you, borne on white winged hours,
Through opening clouds, to Joy's eternal bowers!