For a Friend

If ever peace with angel wing
	Visit our cold and cloudy clime,

Or stoops her radiant lines to wing
	Upon the stormy shores of time.

Surely her light and jentle feet,
	A timid dove, delights to roam.

When hearts with hearts in union meet
	Among the quickening scenes of home.

If ever love the first, the best,
	The sweetest dream for mortals given.

One little spot of earth has dressed
	With dews and rays and flowers of Heaven.

It is that spot of verdant green
	Where virtue and her hand-maids come.

So deck with simple charms the scene,
	And bless the holy haunts of home.


N. O. J. J. A. H. A. L. E. H. C. A. T .             
        Goshen, PA


1889 "For a Friend" by N. O. J. J. A. H. A. L. E. H. C. A. T.

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1889 "For a Friend" by N. O. J. J. A. H. A. L. E. H. C. A. T.

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