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A FAREWELL.

Good-bye'. Summer is gone, I must go, Far from where we went. Long ago. Chill grows the laggard sun, The leaves are falling fast, Yellow and red. Beyond the sea, alone, I go, for Hope is dead At last Good4jyeiJ Good-bye! Autumn has come, Fare yon well. Shall we meet again Who can tell? Under another sky The work that yon began Will ended be. We aD—thank God—most die: O Death, come quick to me, A man! Good-bye 1 Good-bye! The night is here, And the end* Pray one prayer for me, 0 my Friend! Say you thai God is good? Ye* Hell is near, and Heaven Is far &Y."ay. If I coTild pray I would That yon may be «ne day Forgiven. Good-bye! "lo*r. v

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Evening Star, Issue 12067, 12 December 1903, Page 9

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A FAREWELL. Evening Star, Issue 12067, 12 December 1903, Page 9

A FAREWELL. Evening Star, Issue 12067, 12 December 1903, Page 9