Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

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Air — "Here's a Health to Ane I Lo'e Dear."

Here's to them, to them that are gane;
Here's to them, to them that are gane;
Here's to them that were here, the faithful and dear,
That will never be here again — no, never.
But where are they now, that are gane?
Oh! where are the faithful and true?
They're gone to the light that fears not the night,
And their day o' rejoicing shall end — no, never.

Here's to them, to them that were here,
Here's to them, to them that were here;
Here's a tear and a sigh, to the bliss that's gone by,
But 'twas ne'er like what's coming, to last — for ever.

Oh! bright was their morning sun;
Oh! bright was their morning sun;
Yet, lang ere the gloaming in clouds it gaed down,
But the storm, and the cloud, are now past — for ever.

Fareweel, fareweel! parting silence is sad;
Oh! how sad the last parting tear!
But that silence shall break, where no tear on the cheek
Can bedim the bright vision again — no, never.
Then speed to the wings of old Time,
That waft us, where pilgrims would be,
To the regions of rest, to the shores of the blest,
Where the full tide of glory shall flow — for ever!