My Friend G.R. Is Away... Poem by Rey Sanidad

My friend is away for sometime now
I feel as I did before,
In my lonely days, when far away
I yearned for her more than gold.

I thought of her handsome, smiling face,
Her noble and cultured brow,
Of her gentle ways, and charming grace;
I missed her less then than now.

Our friendship has grown with the flight of time,
As the mountain stream may grow;
Or as a tree in a gentle place and sway
When free from the dust and dew.

The tempest may madly rage without,
We have lasting peace and friendship within;
And confidence never gives place to doubt,
Nor concord to noisy bars.

She will soon return again to us,
From her visit in that far away land,
And the dear face that I long to see
Will be nestling on my breast.

And I will feel as in olden time,
With a friendship not dreamed of then;
No happier man in any sublime place
Is known to the sons of men.

Before long my journey, will end,
And my spirit to God arise;
Perhaps she may my friend will pray
For an Angel to escort me to the skies;
And there with our Saviour I shall be,
Yet friends still through eternity.