Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet 4. FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's past

FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's past
A part, and part of better life to come,
If life to come there be, in some dear home
Beyond the rigid clouds that overcast
Our sundered lives — all that is mine thou hast; —
All thoughts, all sympathies; — though far I roam
From you — by mountains, streams, or ocean's foam
Divided long — yet ever, first and last,
Our love knows no division. In my soul
And yours, we twin-born spirits of one blood,
Still, as of old, are one. No sea can roll
Between its league-long melancholy flood,
No separate interests, loves, or pressing cares
Disturb the mutual trust our being shares.

1. A Word to Philosophers
2. Sonnet 39. Bayard Taylor
3. In the Forest of Fontainebleau
4. The Pines and the Sea
5. Sonnet 16. The Microscope

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