Isabel

Fare-thee-well:     On my soul the toll of bell     Trembles. Thou art calmly sleeping     While my weary heart is weeping:     I cannot listen to thy knell:     Fare-thee-well.     Sleep and rest:     Sorrow shall not pain thy breast,     Pangs and pains that pierce the mortal     Cannot enter at the portal     Of the Mansion of the Blest:     Sleep and rest.     Slumber sweet,     Heart that nevermore will beat     At the footsteps of thy lover;     All thy cares and fears are over.     In thy silent winding-sheet     Slumber sweet.     Fare-thee-well:     In the garden and the dell     Where thou lov'dst to stroll and meet me,     Nevermore thy kiss shall greet me,     Nevermore, O Isabel!     Fare-thee-well.     We shall meet     Where the wings of angels beat:     When my toils and cares are over,     Thou shalt greet again thy lover     Robed and crowned at Jesus' feet     We shall meet.     Watch and wait     At the narrow, golden gate;     Watch my coming, wait my greeting,     For my years are few and fleeting     And my love shall not abate:     Watch and wait.     So farewell,     O my darling Isabel;     Till we meet in the supernal     Mansion and with love eternal     In the golden city dwell,     Fare-thee-well.