In Farewell.

When turbines seal with their grinding wheel
My sojourn far afield,
I ask with love you look above,
And from your heart then yield,
Those yearning thoughts that in us wroughts
The love wherewith I’ve prayed,
You look above, and feel my love
From which I now have strayed.

And when the wing, will homeward sing
Your face I hope to see;
For who but you, I’ve long loved true,
Cane home and comfort be?
And when as old, our pipes we hold,
I’ll rest again in peace.
So think on this, your face I’ll miss
And durance long will cease.