Classic Poem

Ye liberal souls who rev'rence Friendship's name,
Who boast her blessings, and who feel her flame;
O! if from early youth one friend you've lov'd,
Whom warm affection chose, and taste approv'd;
If you have known what anguish rends the heart,
When such, so known, so lov'd, for ever part;
Approach! — For you the mourner rears this stone,
To sooth your sorrows, and record his own.