New faces throng the storied halls and old ones
disappear.
As the hair is grayed and the red lips fade let
friend be friend, for aye
We come and go and ere we know have spoken
a long good-bye.
TO MY FRIEND A. B.
The veil of care is lifted from his face!
How smooth the brow where toil had left its trace!
How confident the look, how calm the eyes