English poem
To A Friend.
by Thomas Frederick Young (?–1940)
Within this little book of thine, Are thoughts of many a friendly mind, Express'd in words, on which you'll gaze In after years, with feelings kind. And while you're scanning o'er each page, These lines I write, perchance you'll see, And tho' they're penn'd by careless hand, You'll know that they are penn'd by me. Perhaps you'll think of school-days then, Of happy school-days, long since past, When you and I, in careless youth, Thought that those days would always last.