The New Friend

Friend—my restless spirit never knewWhat good gifts the heavens kept late to sendTill the dear day dawned that brought me—you,Friend!

Lacking love like this, too many wendGraveward. Highest heaven holds fewJoys like this, with cruel pain to blend.

I who know not Peace may feel its dew;I who have no prayers may kneel and bendIn this gentle presence;—dear and newFriend!