From the heart of a friend

by Unknown

Since first beneath the chestnut trees

In infancy we play’d.

But coldness dwells within my heart—

A cloud is on thy brow;

We have been friends together—

Shall a light word part us now?

We have been gay together;

We have laugh’d at little jests;

For the fount of hope was gushing,

Warm and joyous in our breasts.