Lydia Sigourney,
Poems
(1834)
“ Friend! I shrink to say Farewell to thee. In youth's unclouded morn We gaze on friendship as a graceful flower, And win it for our pleasure, or our pride. But when the stern realities of life Do clip the wings of fancy, and cold storms Rack the worn cordage of the heart, it breathes A healing essence, and a strengthening charm, Next to the hope of heaven. ”
