Poems (Louisa Blake)/Friendship
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FRIENDSHIP.
Are there those who can say that the heart is not form'd
Affection's deep impress long to retain?
That the bosom which once has by kindness been warm'd,
Can grow cold, and say friendship is nought but a name.
Affection's deep impress long to retain?
That the bosom which once has by kindness been warm'd,
Can grow cold, and say friendship is nought but a name.
In warmest professions then is there no truth?
Are they fleeting and frail as the meteor's light?
Are the blossoms of friendship which flourish'd in youth
All blighted and crush'd in adversity's night?
Are they fleeting and frail as the meteor's light?
Are the blossoms of friendship which flourish'd in youth
All blighted and crush'd in adversity's night?
No! the heart will long cherish the tender and warm
Emotions it felt when 'twas joyous and light;
It knew not that sunshine foreboded a storm,
And that sorrow would come, the young spirits to blight.
Emotions it felt when 'twas joyous and light;
It knew not that sunshine foreboded a storm,
And that sorrow would come, the young spirits to blight.
Time may lay his cold hand on the once youthful heart,
And chill the warm current of life as it flows;
But he cannot a chill to affection impart,
Which runs on full and freely to life's latest close.
And chill the warm current of life as it flows;
But he cannot a chill to affection impart,
Which runs on full and freely to life's latest close.
And when to the heart there no more can be brought
One emotion of gladness, one thrill of delight,
When the eye, once the bright beaming mirror of thought,
Has grown dim in the darkness of age's drear night;—
One emotion of gladness, one thrill of delight,
When the eye, once the bright beaming mirror of thought,
Has grown dim in the darkness of age's drear night;—
Yet touch but one link of the chain that still binds
The heart to the mem'ry of youth's joyous hour,
That it still is as firm as in youth you will find,
Time cannot corrode it, or weaken its power.
The heart to the mem'ry of youth's joyous hour,
That it still is as firm as in youth you will find,
Time cannot corrode it, or weaken its power.
The cords of affection we never can part,
Whate'er be the tinge that from fortune they take;
Hope, wealth, reason, honor, all else may depart,
But when these cords are broken, the heart too must break.
Whate'er be the tinge that from fortune they take;
Hope, wealth, reason, honor, all else may depart,
But when these cords are broken, the heart too must break.