4768844Poems — Lines to a FriendAlice McClure Griffin
LINES TO A FRIEND.
WHEN the sunlight decks thy brow,And thy cheeks with roses glow;When thy laugh is light and free,And thy voice breathes songs of glee;When thy mirth runs to excess,Art thou happy? Tell me, "Yes?"
When thy light feet thread the dance,And sweet music-tones entranceAll thy senses, till they seemWrapped in a delicious dream;'Mid those scenes of joyousness,Find'st thou pleasure? Tell me, "Yes?"
When the evening hour draws near,And the moonlight, soft and clear,Fills thy soul with memories sweet,At the sound of coming feet,Does no wish thy heart oppressThat its answer might be "Yes?"
When thou seest a pale brow, cladIn deep shadows darkly sad,In whose glances, howe'er brief,Thou canst read the signs of grief;Then, couldst thou relieve and bless,Wouldst thou do so? Tell me, "Yes?"
