Poems (Rowe)/To a Sick Friend
TO A SICK FRIEND
HOW can I bear the sunshine without you?
The quiet stars; the silence of the night?
For nothing do I see but through your sight,
Your heart in cadence beats with mine so true.
The quiet stars; the silence of the night?
For nothing do I see but through your sight,
Your heart in cadence beats with mine so true.
Do not go yet; wait for a little while,
Life has more pleasures and delights to give.
Oh! stay, sweet Heart, and force your will to live,
The World would be so dull without your smile.
Life has more pleasures and delights to give.
Oh! stay, sweet Heart, and force your will to live,
The World would be so dull without your smile.
Can you not feel that I should wretched be,
Left stranded here upon this wintry shore?
And you—Were you to see me never more,
Could you be happy in Eternity?
Left stranded here upon this wintry shore?
And you—Were you to see me never more,
Could you be happy in Eternity?
Then, Dear, be satisfied with earthly love,
And leave the other to the saints above.
And leave the other to the saints above.