TO ALLY.

BY WILLIE WARE.

I Think of thee by night,

‘Mid scenes of wildest bliss,

I feel upon my cheek

Warm, friendship’s truest kiss:

I twine my arms around thee,

And whisper words of love,

While brightly shine the moonbeams,

And twinkling stars above.

I think of thee by day,

When in a wild commotion,

I am rudely tossed

On life’s tempestuous ocean;

And cares and sorrows gather,

And light and gladsome flee,—

Yes, in that trying hour,

I think, dear friend! of thee.

Brooklyn, 1867.

Reference:  The Home; A Fireside Guide for the Wife, the Mother, the Sister, and the Daughter, by Mre. H.E.G. Arey, Vol. 3, published by Beadle and Adams, Buffalo, 1857, p.166