To a Friend
With a Volume of Verses.
TO you who dwell withdrawn, above
The world’s tumultuous strife,
And, in an atmosphere of love,
Have triumphed over life;
To you whose heart has kept so young
Beneath the weight of years,
I give these passion flowers of song,
Still wet with undried tears.
You too have trod that stony path
Which steeply winds afar,
And seen, through nights of storm and wrath,
The bright and Morning Star;
Where, shining o’er the Alps of time
On valleys full of mist,
It beckons us to peaks sublime,
Oh, brave Idealist.
