DRIFTS a great sorrow like a lonely cloud, Drives hence the light, and darkens all the air; But in the smile of one true-hearted friend, Revives my courage and dissolves my care. Your helpful hand, good comrade, reach me now, Once more the sound of your glad voice I hear: The vision clears, my strength returns again, And rosy morn illumes the land and mere. One trusted friend with loyal heart and free, I hold a match for ruthless time and fate; A deathless fellowship of comrade-souls, Is nobler wealth than this poor world's estate. |