MARCH 11.

TO YOU, MY FRIEND.

To you, my friend, where'er you be,

Though known or all unknown to me;

To you, who love the things of God,

The dew-begemmed and velvet sod,

The birds that trill beside their nest.

"Oh, love, sweet love, of life is best;"

To you, for whom each sunset glows.

This message goes.