Sketches of Southport and other poems . 91. To R. S. Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul!Sweetener of life ! and solder of Society. Robert Blair. How generous ihou, my youthful friend,That oft a helping hand dost lend To travellers on lifes roadWho, just beginning to despair,Would sink beneath the load they bear If help were not bestowed ! Oh, may the Powers that dwell above,That human wills (as oceans) move^ Still keep thy purpose true ;And still increase thy earthly store,And give thee strength, till life is oer, Thy work of love to do ! Thy love of books, and men of mind—Of all who w
Sketches of Southport and other poems . 91. To R. S. Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul!Sweetener of life ! and solder of Society. Robert Blair. How generous ihou, my youthful friend,That oft a helping hand dost lend To travellers on lifes roadWho, just beginning to despair,Would sink beneath the load they bear If help were not bestowed ! Oh, may the Powers that dwell above,That human wills (as oceans) move^ Still keep thy purpose true ;And still increase thy earthly store,And give thee strength, till life is oer, Thy work of love to do ! Thy love of books, and men of mind—Of all who work, and serve mankind. Endears thee to us all;And there flow purest streams of give delight without annoy, Nor fail whateer befall. The bard whose lines but few rehearse,Though great his thoughts, and smooth his verse,Writes not for thee in vain ; 92 For well thou knowest every bard Must suffer many a penance hard Ere his reward he gain ! But Nature is thy chief delight—The flowers of day, the stars of night, The mountain, st
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