 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
A FRIEND.
Life offers no joy like a friend:
Fulfillment and prophecy blend
In the throb of a heart with our own,—
A heart where we know and are known.
Fulfillment and prophecy blend
In the throb of a heart with our own,—
A heart where we know and are known.
Yet more than thy friend unto thee
Is the friendship hereafter to be,
When the flower of thy life shall unfold
Out of hindering darkness and cold.
Is the friendship hereafter to be,
When the flower of thy life shall unfold
Out of hindering darkness and cold.
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Love mocks thee, whose mounting desire
Doth not to the Perfect aspire;
Nor lovest thou the soul thou wouldst win
To shut with thine emptiness in.
Doth not to the Perfect aspire;
Nor lovest thou the soul thou wouldst win
To shut with thine emptiness in.
A friend! Deep is calling to deep!
A friend! The heart wakes from its sleep,
To behold the worlds lit by one face,
With one heavenward step to keep pace.
A friend! The heart wakes from its sleep,
To behold the worlds lit by one face,
With one heavenward step to keep pace.
O Heart wherein all hearts are known,
Whose infinite throb stirs our own!
O Friend beyond friends! what are we,
Who ask so much less, yet have Thee!
Whose infinite throb stirs our own!
O Friend beyond friends! what are we,
Who ask so much less, yet have Thee!
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