Poems (Van Vorst)/The New Friend
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!