The Loss Of Friends. Poem by Susan Evance

OVER the vast, the awful sea
Of dark, unknown Eternity,
With agoniz'd and bleeding heart,
Friend after friend we see depart;
Until at length alone we stand
On Life's distressful troublous strand.-
Thence oft we cast our weary eyes
Where Death his sable bark supplies,
And wish its sails were spread to bear
Our spirits from these scenes of care,
To some remote some blissful shore,
Where friends shall meet- to part no more!