 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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TO A FRIEND.
I roamed with thee the mountain-side,
And, with thee, watched the shadows fall;
The sun went down, but night flung wide
A glory mightier than all.
And, with thee, watched the shadows fall;
The sun went down, but night flung wide
A glory mightier than all.
And we have walked the fields, we twain,
And said: “How fair the distance shows!
How far they blend—the sky and plain!
How holy-bright the twilight glows!”
And said: “How fair the distance shows!
How far they blend—the sky and plain!
How holy-bright the twilight glows!”
And, hill or plain, thy soul was high,—
High as the peaks that lift to God;
And not more true than thee the sky
That shone, as on our way we trod.
High as the peaks that lift to God;
And not more true than thee the sky
That shone, as on our way we trod.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |