Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест)

Departed Friends

The dead friends live and always will;
Their presence hovers round us still.
It seems to me they come to share
Each joy or sorrow that we bear.
Among the living I can feel
The sweet departed spirits steal,
And whether it be weal or woe,
I walk with those I used to know.
I can recall them to my side
Whenever I am struggle-tried;
I've but to wish for them, and they
Come trooping gayly down the way,
And I can tell to them my grief
And from their presence find relief.
In sacred memories below
Still live the friends of long ago.

1. Unimportant Differences
2. The Old-Fashioned Pair
3. When Mother Cooked with Wood
4. The Scoffer
5. As It Is!

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1114

Последние стихотворения

To English version