Excerpt from The Poets Tributes to Garfield: A Collection of Many Memorial Poems 'Commend me to the friend that comesWhen I am sad and lone, And makes the anguish of my heartThe suffering of his own;Who coldly shuns the glittering throngAt pleasure's gay levee, And comes to gild a sombre hourAnd give his heart to me. He hears me count my sorrows o'er;And when the task is doneHe freely gives me all I ask, -A sigh for every one.He cant wear a smiling faceWhen mine is touched with gloom, But like the violet seeks to cheerThe midnight with perfume. Commend me to that generous heartWhich like the pine on highUplifts the same unvarying browTo every change of sky;Whose friendship does t fade awayWhen wintry tempests blow, But like the winter's ley crownLooks greener through the sw. He flies t with the flitting stork, That seeks a southern sky, But lingers where the wounded birdHath laid him down to die.Oh, such a friend! He is in truth, What e'er his lot storm of life, An anchor on its sea. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.