Friend of my soul, when far away

Friend of my soul! when far away

To distant realms of joy thou'st gone;

Our friendship still, like Echo's lay,

Shall vibrate with as sweet a tone.

If o'er thy cheek a tear should rove.

If thro' thy breast a pang should dart;

That tear shall nurse a flower for Love,

That pang -- it must not pain thy heart!

And when Regret shall trace thy name,

And Memory prompt my soul to weep;

Hope shall unfold thy future fame.

And hush each throbbing pulse to sleep!