 | Old and New |  |
113
FRIENDS
Hands clasped a moment on the strand:
The one must stay, the other go:
There is not any sign to show
That friends have parted, hand from hand.
The one must stay, the other go:
There is not any sign to show
That friends have parted, hand from hand.
The years roll on; the two friends stand:
The welcome spoken, speech is slow;
Still is there not a sign to show
Friend dead to friend, as hand strikes hand.
The welcome spoken, speech is slow;
Still is there not a sign to show
Friend dead to friend, as hand strikes hand.
| Old and New | |