THE FRIENDS WHO SMILE NO MORE.
I
I've seen you oft select a flower,
To wear upon some festive day;
But faded ere the evening hour,
Without a thought 'twas thrown away!
The flow'rs that deck a gay saloon
We prize not, when their bloom is o'er;
And do we not forget as soon
The once gay friends who smile no more.
II
The withered rose we soon replace,
With one as fair as that we lose;
And won by some attractive face,
As soon another friend we choose:
But fleeting must such friendship prove,
And dearer ties we shall deplore,
When we, like those we used to love,
Know what it is to smile no more.