“Friends given by God in mercy and in love;
My counsellors, my comforters, and guides;
My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy;
Companions of my young desires; in doubt
My oracles; my wings in high pursuit.
Oh! I remember, and will ne’er forget
Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours;
Our burning words, that utter’d all the soul,
Our faces beaming with unearthly love;—
Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope
Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.”
-Robert Pollok, 1827
Daily Quote: Robert Pollok
November 30, 2012 •
