TO R. F. P.
Dost thou remember, oh my friend! the even
When on the ocean's wave-ribbed beach we walked,
And scarcely heard the two between that talked,
While we were scaling the low steps of Heaven?
When on the ocean's wave-ribbed beach we walked,
And scarcely heard the two between that talked,
While we were scaling the low steps of Heaven?
For so divine the scene before us spread,
The rising moon, just trembling into sight,
The sun's departing kiss of rosy light,
The waters fretting in their restless bed,
The rising moon, just trembling into sight,
The sun's departing kiss of rosy light,
The waters fretting in their restless bed,
That earthly thoughts and themes passed from the soul,
While Heaven seemed nearer, and our spirits grew
Closer and closer; mutual feeling threw
A chain around us, past our slight control.
While Heaven seemed nearer, and our spirits grew
Closer and closer; mutual feeling threw
A chain around us, past our slight control.
Since, thro' the sunshine and the shade we've stood,
Bound in the links then rivetted and blessed,
Each to the other a support and rest,
As two trees lean together in a wood.
Bound in the links then rivetted and blessed,
Each to the other a support and rest,
As two trees lean together in a wood.
I've found, where'er my wavering footsteps bend,
Full many a pleasure in my onward way;
But in my heart of hearts I bless the day
When by the ocean side I found a friend.
Full many a pleasure in my onward way;
But in my heart of hearts I bless the day
When by the ocean side I found a friend.