WHAT SAD departure must we know
When western sun with ebbing glow
Descends behind that mountain row
And ladens us with missing woe
We would that you should comprehend
That we indeed shall miss you, friend
Our thoughts of you shall never end
Whose hearts your way shall ever bend
Perhaps we'll see you rising east
And meeting once again can feast
With wine and bread devoid of yeast
Where lambs lie safe by king of beasts
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