Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It’s the way you ride the trail that counts, Here’s a happy one for you.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!

Farewell! For in that word—that fatal word—howe’er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.