Poems (Smith)/To a Friend
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TO A FRIEND.
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.