The Comrades of the Pleasant Past

By James Stanley Gilbert


The comrades of the pleasant past,

The cronies of our halcyon days,

Aside frail friendship's ties have cast,

And journeyed their appointed ways.


Some in the land that gave them birth

Our very names have long forgot;

Some, wanderers upon the earth,

'Mid other scenes recall us not.


Out yonder on the fateful hill,

Where erst we laid them down to rest,

Some, unremembered, slumber still,

In earth's embrace more surely blessed.


And some, although they linger here,

Have sought and found environment,

Where, to our hearts tho' ever near,

Far from our homes they woo content.


The welcome bond, the willing chain,

We fondly forged in passion's glow,

Their fancied strength could not maintain;

We thought them steel, we find them tow!*


Thus ever ends the pretty play,

We act on life's capricious stage;

Once learned, we fling old parts away,

And con new rôles from fresher page.


All love, like filmiest gossamer,

Is transient as the clouds above:

Soon lost among the things that were,

Save love of self and mother-love!


Tow=Coarse, broken flax or hemp fiber prepared for spinning—Websters II

Con new rôles=Memorize