 | The tribute of a friend |  |
But there are moments which he calls his own.
Then, never less alone than when alone,
Those that he lov'd so long, and sees no more,
Lov'd and still loves—not dead—but gone before,
He gathers round him; and revives at will
Scenes in his life—that breathe enchantment still— [OMITTED]
Ah! then less willing (nor the choice condemn)
To live with others than to think on them.
Rogers's Human Life.
Then, never less alone than when alone,
Those that he lov'd so long, and sees no more,
Lov'd and still loves—not dead—but gone before,
He gathers round him; and revives at will
Scenes in his life—that breathe enchantment still— [OMITTED]
Ah! then less willing (nor the choice condemn)
To live with others than to think on them.
Rogers's Human Life.
| The tribute of a friend | |