English poem
My Friend
by George Edward Woodberry (1855–1930)
DEAR WAS HIS PRAISE, AND PLEASANT 'TWERE TO ME, ON WHOSE FAR GRAVE TO-NIGHT THE DEEP SNOWS DRIFT; IT NEEDS NOT NOW; TOGETHER WE SHALL SEE HOW HIGH CHRIST'S LILIES O'ER MAN'S LAURELS LIFT
February 18, 1899.