Absence and time can ne’er
destroy
Pure friendship’s
chrystal streams;
Near us the loved one lingers round,
And greets us in our
dreams.
No brighter chain this earth can
boast,
Than twines ’round
kindred hearts;
Brilliant and fair the links remain,
Though fate rends them
apart.
Alas! that we so soon must part.
Ere budding friendship’s
bloom;
Remain, sweet germ, within each
heart,
And thrive beyond the
tomb.
Receive, dear friend, these parting
lines,
Though humble they appear;
Earth, with its joys, are fading
fast,
With all that love us
here.
Then may we be prepared to soar
Where ransomed spirits
blend;
There may our souls in love unite,
Where friendship fears
no end.
FAREWELL TO A BROTHER.
Farewell, farewell, my dearest brother,
Thou must be absent
for awhile,
May no dark clouds around thee gather,
May health and fortune
on thee smile.
In fancy’s dreams, I’ll
oft be with thee,
On thy fond heart my
image bear,
And while I hope again to meet thee,
The pleasing thought
my heart shall cheer.
TO W.H.D.
An adopted brother.
The home of thy childhood thou didst
not forget,
The friends which dwelt with thee
are dear to thee yet,
Thy warm friendly greeting betokens
it now,
The smile of pure friendship still
beams from thy brow.
I knew that thy heart was so faithful
and true,
Thou wouldst not forget, though
thou bad’st us adieu;
For thou didst rejoice with us when
we were blest,
And sympathize with us, however
distressed.
Say, wilt thou remember us, while
thou dost live,
And cherish our virtues, our frailties
forgive?
O think of us always, where’er
thou dost roam,
For thy living image dwells ever
at home.
But there is a home which is better
than this,
The inmates all drink at the fountain
of bliss;
A friend, than a father or mother
more dear,
More close than a brother, this
friend will adhere.
Wouldst find that blest home? go,
and follow the road,
Which Christ and the prophets have
marked out, to God;
The Spirit will teach you, and guide,
lest you stray,
While legions of angels shall throng
round your way.
LINES
To A friend in affliction.
An acrostic.
D ark frowning clouds obscure thy
sky,
E ach future prospect fades;
B ut there’s a kind protector
nigh,
O n him rely for aid.
R ich treasures are locked up in
store,
A ffliction turns the key;
H ow oft when dreadful thunders
roar,
M ay showers bid famine flee.
O sister, never yield to fears
W hen tempests roar aloud,
E ’en then, the bow of hope
appears,
R ich hues bedeck yon cloud.