Poems (Smith)/To a Friend

by Martha A. Smith

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TO A FRIEND.

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On thy smiling face I can trace
 A beauty fresh and rare,—
That memory never can efface.—
 How shall I this declare?

I only know a beautiful rest
 Comes over this lonely heart
When I enter thy home so sweet.
 And leaves me when I depart.

Thy earthly home is lovely, friend;
 May no sorrow ever blight;
While you on our God depend,
 With loved ones you unite.

This life is but a passing dream,
 To joys and sorrows given,
Affording but the faintest gleam
 Of peace and rest in heaven.