For what have the soul’s treasured thoughts to do 365
With the calm page that meets the stranger’s view?
But could I pass that spot unnoted by,
Dear to my heart, and welcome to mine eye;
And when with honoured names the lay I twine,
Refuse to gem the braid—loved friend—with thine! 370
My friend of many years! when yet a child,
To me life’s far perspective only smiled;
When (all my paradise of being, met
In that maternal love which sooths me yet;