Poems (Smith)/Lines to a Friend (Ah, well do I remember)

by Martha A. Smith

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LINES TO A FRIEND.

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Ah, well do I remember
 When you and I first met:
It was bitter cold, and winter,
 For how can we forget?

It was bitter, bleak, and dreary;
 We were following to the grave
A dear kind friend and lovely,—
 God gave and He will save,

They laid her to rest so tenderly,
 To sleep in her cold bed,—
While weeping friends then sadly
 Left her with the quiet dead.

Only her frail body reposing
 Beneath the snow-clad ground,—
Her glorified, beautiful spirit,
 We trust her Saviour found.