Thou’lt find me still the same.
TO A DEAR ABSENT FRIEND.
How sweet the early life of those
Whose hearts and hands are bound together!
O, sweet as childhood’s calm repose,
Those days of bright and sunny weather.
Their bark is on the stream of life,
And no dark cloud is gath’ring o’er it,
There comes no sound of stormy strife,
To sweep that little bark before it.