Poems (Edwards)/To a Young Friend in Sorrow
TO A YOUNG FRIEND IN SORROW.
I did not deem when last we met, That grief would cloud thy brow so soon,That sorrow would be thine, e'er life Had changed its morning into noon;I did not deem that earth's cold blight Would fall so soon upon thy brow;I could not think that one so bright, So fair and beautiful as thou,Could wear so soon the badge of woe, And care and suffering on thy brow;Alas! the brightness of thy lot Is gone, and thou art stricken now.
Sad one! my heart is sore for thee, I mourn above thy fortune changed,—I mourn above thy blighted hopes, Thy comforts gone, thy friends estranged; I mourn above the love that dies In human hearts, like flowers that fade,I mourn that friendship such as thine So soon, alas! should be betrayed;I mourn that life so soon has flung Upon thy brow its darkening shade,Alas! alas! that time should break The brightest garland it had made.