A Friend's Book. 



This book is his ? the gorgeous dreams between 

 These covers his, the friend's I used to know ? 



Yet many a morn together have we seen 

 The clouds refold their airy tents and go, 



And many a silent evening, from the glen, 



The mountain blazing with their golden camp. 



Fool that I was not to have known him then ! 

 I never guessed he owned Aladdin's lamp ! 



"He seemed like other men whom one may meet, 

 But, like the honey-bees, with skill untold, 



He gathered treasures even at my feet, 



And in the dark was building roofs of gold ! 



Samuel V. Cole, in The Critic. 



