Classic Poem

Come all my friends and dear relation
The truth to you I am going to tell;
How my heart beats with contemplation
To think to bid you all farewell.

It grieves my heart, it grieves me sorely
To think to leave you all behind;
But when I am in some distant climate
I hope to you they will be kind.

I never give up to no such passion,
I justly will lament my woe;
If on earth our paths cross no more,
Oh may we meet on Canaan's shore.