Volume 8 — Friendships.
Reading edition
The glowing wreaths that 'mid curled locks repose, Through night of pleasure worn, Myrtle and jasmine, orange-flower and rose, Fall shrivelled by the morn. The simple immortelles for loved ones twined— With many a tear and sigh, Hung round the cross—the rain-compelling wind And winter snows defy. Thus gilded friendships, knit by pleasure brief, Fade when joy's scenes have passed; But duller links, annealed by burning grief, Through checkered years shall last. The Lamp.
Translated From Le Correspondant.