#1 See A Friend Off
A waving hand up with a kerchief red,
And parting tears blur many loving eyes.
The train's out of sight, the smoke still o'erhead;
But on which day return to soothe the sighs?
The past pleasures can no longer be sought,
Yet how can the happy times I e'er forget.
Hence in old resorts I'll wander about
Alone with a friendless feeling at sunset.
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