English poem
To Miss - -
by Thomas Frederick Young (?–1940)
My friend of days, but not of years, With kindly heart these lines I trace, To tell you of a kindly wish, Which I upon this page would place. It is that thou thro' future years May meet with very much of joy, And just a little grief, because Continued happiness will cloy. And when, in future years, you read What I to you just now have sung, Let others praise or blame, do thou Think pleasantly of T. F. Young.