MY FRIEND.
I used to dream—bow sweet that youthful dreaming— Of one whose life with mine should richly blend In the dear familiar ways Of sad or golden days; Whose eyes, in perfect trust, clear of all seeming, Should' meet my own, and I should say, ‘‘My Friend.” How deep and changeless should our love be ever 1 The idle breath, that ofttimes brings an end, In hate or mutual tears, To the sweet regard of years, Should powerless be our love to rudely sever: I still should smile serene, and say, ‘‘MV Friend.” But,' ah! Life cheated me, and bonds lie riven— Imperfect ties I have no wish to mend. Each, breaking, meant my pain, Hope lost—then hope again; For still I strove, as from the first I’ve striven, To trust that some day I should find ‘‘My Friend.” And now I’ve found thee, all my dreams fulfilling, I feel the magic power, henceforth to lend To thy life, dear, and mine, A warmth, a glow divine. The promise and the joy are through mo thrilling, As thy clear eves I meet, and say, ily Friend." ' _ L M ,
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Otago Witness, Issue 3112, 5 November 1913, Page 62
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189MY FRIEND. Otago Witness, Issue 3112, 5 November 1913, Page 62
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