Poems (Van Vorst)/The New Friend

by Marie Van Vorst

THE NEW FRIEND

Friend—my restless spirit never knew
What good gifts the heavens kept late to send
Till the dear day dawned that brought me—you,
Friend!

Lacking love like this, too many wend
Graveward. Highest heaven holds few
Joys like this, with cruel pain to blend.

I who know not Peace may feel its dew;
I who have no prayers may kneel and bend
In this gentle presence;—dear and new
         Friend!