Yes, we shall meet (I knew we should) again,
And I am solaced now you tell me when.
Joy sprung o’er sorrow as the morning broke,
And, as I read the words, I thought you spoke.
Altho’ you bade it, yet to find how fast
My spirits rose, how lightly grief flew past,
I blush at every tear I have represt,
And one is starting to reprove the rest.