My friend! sleeping now in the valley of shade,
As the cloud over sunshine, remembrance of thee,
My boyhood’s companion! draws sadness o’er me.
“Alf, faster!” cries Cady, “and think where you are;
Bring your thoughts from the clouds, or we’ll never be there!”
We all move on speedily; down the descent,
With song, talk and laughter, our journey is bent:
“Alf, carry this basket!” says Wright, in a huff
At the speed of our way, “I’ve had trouble enough!”
“See that rose!” cries Louisa, and instant the stem