The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, Leigh Hunt [1784-1859] ENVOY From "More Songs from Vagabondia " I WHOSE furthest footstep never strayed To-morrow he shall take his pack, II If any record of our names Be blown about the hills of time, Of all our good, of all our bad, The only purpose of the earth. Richard Hovey [1864–1900] FRIENDS You ask me "why I like him." Nay, The pros and cons of a kindred soul. A Friend "wonder he should be my friend." then why should you comprehend? nk God for this- -a new-surprise: eyes, remember, are not your eyes. erish this one small mystery; ruce, a truce to questioning: Edward Verrall Lucas [18 2857 A FRIEND ALL that he came to give, As one of us, he wrought Whence was the charmed soul brought, That gave each act such power; he natural beauty of a flower? Magnificence and grace, Excellent courtesy: A brightness on the face, Airs of high memory: hence came all these, to such as he? Like young Shakespearean kings, He won the adoring throng: And as Apollo sings, He triumphed with a song: iumphed, and sang, and passed along. With a light word, he took Welcomed them, at his call Giving their love, their strength, their all. No man less proud than he, Nor cared for homage less: Far off from happiness: Nature was bound to his success. Weary, the cares, the jars, The lets, of every day: But the heavens filled with stars, Chanced he upon the way: And where he stayed, all joy would stay. Now when the night draws down, Yet have I seen him live, He gave and I, who sing His praise, bring all I have to bring. Lionel Johnson (1867–1902) BILL AND JOE COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life was new, And all was bright with morning dew, The lusty days of long ago, When you were Bill and I was Joe; Bill and Joe ame may flaunt a titled trail, as a cockerel's rainbow tail; ine as brief appendix wear m O'Shanter's luckless mare; y, old friend, remember still am Joe and you are Bill. e won the great world's envied prize, rand you look in people's eyes, HON. and LL. D. brave letters, fair to see,fist, old fellow! off they go!are you, Bill? How are you, Joe? e worn the judge's ermined robe; ve taught your name to half the globe; ve sung mankind a deathless strain; ve made the dead past live again: world may call you what it will, you and I are Joe and Bill. chaffing young folks stare and say, those old buffers, bent and gray,talk like fellows in their teens! poor old boys! That's what it means,"shake their heads; they little know throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe! Bill forgets his hour of pride, pensive scholar, what is fame? 2859 The weary idol takes his stand, Holds out his bruised and aching hand, And shall we breathe in happier spheres No matter; while our home is here Hic jacet Joe. Hic jacet Bill. Oliver Wendell Holmes [1809-1894] "LONG, LONG AGO" OLD friend of mine, you were dear to my heart, Long, long ago, long ago. Little did we think of a time we should part, Long, long ago, long ago. Hand clasped in hand through the world we would go. Great was the love 'twixt us; bitter was the smart: Patient watch I kept for you many, many a day, Waited and wept for you far, far away, Long, long ago, long ago. Merry came each May-tide, green leaves would start: Never came my old friend back to my heart. Lonely I went on my weary, weary way, Old friend of mine long ago. |