A more touching and tender address to the dead was never uttered than this
Poem expresses, a more pure and ennobling affection was never described.
Sorrow is lost in the more exalted sentiment of their certain reunion, and
in the strength derived from a consciousness of the worthiness of their
past friendship.
"Strange friend, past, present, and to be,
Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee."