Life, I Know Not What Thou Art

Life! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met
I own to me’s a secret yet.
Life! we’ve been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
‘Tis hard to part when friends are dear—
Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away; give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good Morning.