Friend of my youth! whilst thou wast by my side 70
Autumnal days still breathed a vernal breath;
How like a charm thy life to me supplied
All waste and injury of time and tide,
How like a disenchantment was thy death!
Henry Taylor.
CCXCIII
FOR CHARLIE’S SAKE.
The night is late, the house is still;
The angels of the hour fulfil
Their tender ministries, and move