The features of my friend I know,
Though years have roll'd between,
For sure, the furrow'd cheek will show,
Where friendship's smile hath been.
That voice, though weak, still bears the sound,
Of cheering notes to me;
That eye, though dim, to mine is bound,
For speaking looks agree.
That brow I know, though mark'd with care,
Its influence is the same,
In all its weal or wo, I share,
For friendship's hallowed name.
More beautiful my friends appear,
As sorrow o'er them rolls;
And I can smile, or drop a tear,
With such congenial souls.
Tell not of wealth, with all its gain,
(Unhallowed sound to me,)
But tell how truth and grace maintain
The soul forever free.
