The dead friends live and always will; <br />Their presence hovers round us still. <br />It seems to me they come to share <br />Each joy or sorrow that we bear. <br />Among the living I can feel <br />The sweet departed spirits steal, <br />And whether it be weal or woe, <br />I walk with those I used to know. <br />I can recall them to my side <br />Whenever I am struggle-tried; <br />I've but to wish for them, and they <br />Come trooping gayly down the way, <br />And I can tell to them my grief <br />And from their presence find relief. <br />In sacred memories below <br />Still live the friends of long ago.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departed-friends/
