60 ploea’s album. 
Joy. 
“ Yet thou,—teneath the howling blast 
"When all is drear, art smiling on.” 
FRIENDSHIP. 
I had a friend that loved me; 
I was his soul; he lived not but in me; 
We were so close within each other’s breast, 
The rivets were not found that joined us first, 
That doth not reach us yet; we were so mixed,^ 
As meeting streams ; both to ourselves were lost. 
We were one mass, —we could not give or take, 
But from the same ; for he was I; I, he : 
Return, my better half, and give me all myself. 
For thou art all! 
If I have any joy when thou art absent, 
I grudge it to myself; methinks I rob 
Thee of thy part. 
Detden. 
I will collect some rare, some cheerful friends. 
And we shall spend together glorious hours, 
That gods might envy. 
Joanna Bahlie 
