WHEN FRIENDS ARE PARTED - by Meredith Nicholson

 

WHEN FRIENDS ARE PARTED by  Meredith  Nicholson Time keeps no measure when true friends are parted,No record day by day;The sands move not for those who, loyal-hearted,Friendship’s firm laws obey. It is not well to note with dull precisionThe flight of days or years;Memory depends not on a proof by vision,And has no foolish fears. The migrant birds when they are Southward flyingHave no regrets; they goFull of the knowledge born of faith undying,That they again shall know The homes and nests which they have left behind themUnmarred by change the while;The Southern lands they seek will but remind themOf the North’s summer smile. And so I know that you will come to meet meIn the old, well-loved way;That, though a year go by, you still will greet meAs kindly as today.