Who once has had a friend has found The link
'twixt mortal and divine; Though now he sleeps in
hallowed ground, He lives in memory's sacret shrine;
And there he freely moves about, A spirit that has
quit the clay, And in the times of stress and doubt
Sustains his friend throughout the day.
No friend
we love can ever die; The outward form but disappears;
I know that all my friends are nigh Whenever I am
moved to tears. And when my strength and hope are
gone, The friends, no more, that once I knew,
Return to cheer and urge me on Just as they always
used to do.
They whisper to me in the dark
Kind words of counsel and of cheer; When hope has
flickered to a spark I feel their gentle spirits
near. And Oh! because of them I strive With all
the strength that I can call To keep their friendship
still alive And to be worthy of them all.
Death does not end our friendships true; We all are
debtors to the dead; There, wait on everything we
do The splendid souls who've gone ahead. To them
I hold that we are bound By double pledges to be
fine. Who once has had a friend has found The
link 'twixt mortal and divine.