Show FRIENDSHIP. PATRICK J. DWAN. Distilled amid the gloom of night. Dark hangs the dep-drop on the thorn. Till noticed by th' approaching light. It glistens in the smile of morn. The moon retirf s; her feeble power The sun outbeams- with genial day. And gently in its kindest hour Exhales the liquid pearl away. Thus on affliction's sable bed Deep sorrows rise of saddest hue. And gathering round the mourner's head' They bathe the che?k in chilly dew. Then pity shows her dawn from heaven. And kindly brings assistance near. "To friendship's sun alone is given To soothe and dry the mo:rner's tear." |