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Poem July 7, 1845

The Caledonian

Saint Johnsbury, Caledonia County, Vermont

What is this article about?

Poem by Mrs. L. H. Sigourney on the enduring friendship that strengthens in sorrow, contrasting it with superficial bonds, using metaphors of seasons and nature to emphasize loyalty amid misfortune.

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FRIENDSHIP IN SORROW.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

Together 'neath the early morn
We took our joyous way—
Where clustering blossoms hid the thorn,
And all around was gay,—

And now, when midnight's wildest storms
The troubled sleeper wake,
And Fear calls forth its phantom forms,
Shall I thy side forsake?

Together through the vernal grove
In musing thought we trod,
With Nature's kindling charms in love,
Which told our souls of God—

And now, when chilling Autumn blows,
And fields their flowers regret,
Amid the fading of the rose
Shall I my friend forget?

Together in our blooming age
To Music's realm we turned,
And bending o'er the lesson'd page
The same sweet descant learned—

And now when Time, that teacher stern,
Hath taught the wail and moan,
Shall I to bowers of pleasure turn,
And leave thee sad and lone?

Ah no! beneath Misfortune's dart,
Thy cheek bedewed with tear,
Thou'rt dearer to my yearning heart
Than in thy cloudless youth,—

The friendship born of prosperous hours
May have a sparkling eye;
But that which smiles when sorrow lowers,
Claims kindred with the sky.

[Western Literary Messenger.]

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode

What themes does it cover?

Friendship Moral Virtue Nature Seasons

What keywords are associated?

Friendship Sorrow Loyalty Seasons Misfortune Nature Endurance

What entities or persons were involved?

By Mrs. L. H. Sigourney.

Poem Details

Title

Friendship In Sorrow.

Author

By Mrs. L. H. Sigourney.

Subject

Enduring Friendship In Sorrow

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

The Friendship Born Of Prosperous Hours May Have A Sparkling Eye; But That Which Smiles When Sorrow Lowers, Claims Kindred With The Sky. Together 'Neath The Early Morn We Took Our Joyous Way— Where Clustering Blossoms Hid The Thorn, And All Around Was Gay,— Ah No! Beneath Misfortune's Dart, Thy Cheek Bedewed With Tear, Thou'rt Dearer To My Yearning Heart Than In Thy Cloudless Youth,—

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