Friendships.
The glowing wreaths that 'mid curled locks repose,
Through night of pleasure worn,
Myrtle and jasmine, orange-flower and rose,
Fall shrivelled by the morn.
The simple immortelles for loved ones twined—
With many a tear and sigh,
Hung round the cross—the rain-compelling wind
And winter snows defy.
Thus gilded friendships, knit by pleasure brief,
Fade when joy's scenes have passed;
But duller links, annealed by burning grief,
Through checkered years shall last.
The Lamp.
Translated From Le Correspondant.