* FAREWELL, my dearest child, farewell! Wise, pious, good, beyond thy years! Thy ravish’d excellence I feel Bereaved—dissolved in softest tears. But soon, if worthy of the grace, I shall again behold thee nigh, Again my dearest child embrace: “Haste to my arms, Maria, fly! “To a fond father’s arms return,” I then in ecstasies shall say, “No more to part, no more to mourn, But sing through one eternal day!”