FRIENDSHIP. Friendsnip! that thought is all thine own, DYRON. STANZAS TO AN OLD FRIEND. COME, here's a health to thee and thine! Like that famed hill in western clime, Through gaudy noontide dark and bare, That tinges still, at vesper time, With purple gleam the evening air; 188 STANZAS TO AN OLD FRIEND. So there's a joy in former days, In times, and scenes, and thoughts gone by, As beautiful their heads they raise, Bright in imagination's sky. Time's glass is filled with varied sand, There are some pages written fair, As the hushed night glides gentlier on, And heighten those that yet remain; Shall waken many a slumbering thrill, Again the moments shall she bring, When Youth was in his freshest prime; We'll pluck the roses that shall spring There's magic in the olden song ;- And, as the mariner can find Wild pleasure in the voiced roar Even of the often-dreaded wind That wrecked his every hope before; If there's a pang that lurks beneathFor youth had pangs-Oh! let it rise! 'Tis sweet to feel the poet breathe The spirit of our former sighs. We'll hear the strains we heard so oft, As summer dews on summer flowers! O'er which they floated long ago. Even in our morn when fancy's eye Glanced sparkling o'er a world of bliss, When joy was young and hope was high, We could not feel much more than this: 190 TO AN EARLY FRIEND. Howe'er then time our days devours, ANON. TO AN EARLY FRIEND. I CANNOT think that thou shouldst pass away, A piece of nature that can have no flaw, As knowing that the waiting eyes which scan And ask meek, calm-browed deeds, with it agreeing. LOWELL. PARTED FRIENDS. PARTED friends may meet again Worldly cares may sever wide- Death-the end of care and painDeath-the wretch's happiest meed, Death can break the strongest chain, Death is liberty indeed. Parted friends again may meet, C. W. THOMPSON. |