One morn among the graves I strayed
To look upon a stone,
That told me where a friend was laid,
Whose death had left me lone.

The morning mists obscured the sky,
The graves were veil'd in grey;
The trees gave forth a wailing sigh,
As mourning their decay.

Sad thoughts of dark oblivion's stream
Depress'd my drooping soul,
I said, " Is future life a dream?
Is Death our parting goal? "

Alas! and is that noble form,
That soul so pure and bright —
The one now gone to feed the worm,
The other quench'd in night?

When lo! upon the polish'd stone,
Which bore that much-loved name,
The sun burst through the mist, and shone
With bright celestial flame.

I gazed around, on no spot by
That light had deign'd to shine,
I felt it was his vivid eye
To me from realms divine.

Since then, no doubts have cross'd my brain,
My faith is firm and sure,
That I shall meet my friend again,
Where friendship shall endure.