I trust the happy hour will come, <br />That shall to peace thy breast restore; <br />And that we two, beloved friend, <br />Shall one day meet to part no more. <br /> <br />It grieves me most, that parting thus, <br />All my soul feels I dare not speak; <br />And when I turn me from thy sight, <br />The tears in silence wet my cheek. <br /> <br />Yet I look forward to the time, <br />That shall each wound of sorrow heal; <br />When I may press thee to my heart, <br />And tell thee all that now I feel.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-for-music-3/
