The old old friends!Some changed; some buried; some gone out of sight;Some enemies, and in this world's swift fight No time to make amends.
The old old friends--Where are they? Three are lying in one grave;And one from the far-off world on the daily wave No loving message sends.
The old dear friends!One passes daily; and one wears a mask;Another long estranged cares not to ask Where causeless anger ends.
The dear old friends,So many and so fond in days of youth!Alas that Faith can be divorced from Truth, When love in severance ends.
The old old friends!They hover round me still in evening shades:Surely they shall return when sunlight fades, And life on God depends.
