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120 Some come from roaming With joy again; Some, who come homing By stealth at gloaming, Had better have stopped Till death, and dropped By strange hands propped, Than come so fain, So fain.

So, with this saying, "Good-bye, good-bye," We speed their waying Without betraying Our grief, our fear No more to hear From them, close, clear, Again: "Good-bye, Good-bye!"