So would I sing, and sing like thee, till silence
Shall tell that we have passed beyond the flood—
Thou, to sing on in some isle far-distant hence,
I, farther still, at home, in heaven, with God.
[JOYS OF HIGH COMPANIONSHIP.]
By ARTHUR HELPS.
The joys, not merely of high companionship, but of any companionship that is tolerably pleasant, are so great, that a man with whom all other things go ill, can not be classed as an unhappy man, if he has throughout his life much of this pleasant companionship.