the farewell

the valiant, hiself, what can he suffer?

or what does he regard his sgle woes?

but when, as! he ultiplies hiself,

to dearer serves, to the lov&039;d tender fair,

to those whose bliss, whose begs hang upon hi,

to helpless children,—then, oh then, he feels

the pot of isery festerg his heart,

and weakly weeps his fortunes like a ward:

such, such a i!—undone!