SEPARATION. 



E pitiful 



With thy keen sorrow, 

 Inexorable 



And dread To-morrowi 

 Take her in gentle arms each day; 

 Soothe her with thoughts of Yesterday! 



Hath Yesterday 



Lost all its charms 

 To soothe To-day 



In her white arms ? 

 The sun can never set to-day, 

 Behind the hills of Yesterday. 



Fear not, dear friend; 



Close to my heart 

 Until the end 



Thou ever art: 



Too close to leave thee room to borrow 

 Such sad forebodings of the morrow. 



While no farewell 

 Spoken to-day 

 Can e er dispel 



Our yesterday, 



On bended knees with thee I pray, 

 &quot; Come back, come back, sweet Yesterday.&quot; 



