The Friends That Are, And Friends That Were, What Shallow Waves Divide! I Miss The Form For Many A Year Still Seated At My Side. I Miss Him, Yet I Feel Him Still Amidst Our Faithful Band, As If Not Death Itself Could Chill The Warmth Of Friendship'S Hand. His Story Other Lips May Tell, - For Me The Veil Is Drawn; I Only Knew He Loved Me Well, He Loved Me - And Is Gone!