Friend of my soul! when far away 
To distant realms of joy thou'st gone; 
Our friendship still, like Echo's lay, 
Shall vibrate with as sweet a tone. 

If o'er thy cheek a tear should rove. 
If thro' thy breast a pang should dart; 
That tear shall nurse a flower for Love, 
That pang -- it must not pain thy heart!

And when Regret shall trace thy name, 
And Memory prompt my soul to weep; 
Hope shall unfold thy future fame.
And hush each throbbing pulse to sleep!