AFFECTION.

BY WILLIE WARE.

Wealth may leave us,

And glory depart; Sorrow may fall

Like a weight an the heart; Fame may be blasted,

Like a flower in foil, When the frost’s icy breath

Has fallen on all.

But the wealth of affection
Can never depart:

Forever it lives,

To cheer the lone heart;
To whisper sweet comfort

When sorrow is near:
Of all things the brightest,

Affection’s most dear.

Reference:  Ballou’s Monthly Magazine, Vol XIII, Jan. to June 1861, Boston, p.270