How sweet the memory of a friend,
Whom now we meet no more!
How oft his looks do we recall,
Repeat his sayings o'er.

The places where with him we strayed,
The meadow, grove, and hill;
How oft we picture them to view,
And with fond memories fill!

Sad are our hearts, that now no more
His face, his form we see;
When we frequent the much-loved spots,
Where he was wont to be.

As wandering there the things we see
All seem to us more fair
Each thing he loved each flower & tree
When he was with us there.

Each well-remembered object makes
His image more complete;
Till earthly trials, sorrows past,
With him again we meet.