Poems (Dodd)/To a young Friend

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TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
My pen is on the snow white page,
 And then thy form appears;
A vision of a gentle girl
 In her unshadowed years.
No care has touched her blooming cheek,
 To bid the roses fly,
And sorrow has not dimmed the light
 Within her joyous eye.

Fond hopes around her sunny path
 Their rainbow colors fling,
And fancy seeks for pictures bright
 Before her sight to bring.
She thinks not how the coming years,
 Can bid her features wear
A weary and a troubled look,
 Or leave a furrow there.

Though time will bid the eye grow dull,
 And bloom the cheek forsake,
Oh, may he never from the mind
 Its truth and pureness take.
 ​Those rainbow hopes shall pass away,
 And fancy's dreams depart;
But an unfading light remains,
 To bless the pure in heart.

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