• Friends given by God in mercy and in love;
    My counsellors, my comforters, and guides;
    My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy;
    Companions of my young desires; in doubt
    My oracles; my wings in high pursuit.
    Oh! I remember, and will ne'er forget
    Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours;
    Our burning words, that utter'd all the soul,
    Our faces beaming with unearthly love;--
    Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope
    Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.

    Robert Pollok, “The Course Of Time. Book V.”