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Charles Lamb - Sonnet To A Friend
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Friend of my earliest years and childish days,
  My joys, my sorrows, thou with me hast shared,
Companion dear, and we alike have fared
  (Poor pilgrims we) through life`s unequal ways;
It were unwisely done, should we refuse
  To cheer our path as featly as we may,
Our lonely path to cheer, as travellers use,
  With merry song, quaint tale, or roundelay;
And we will sometimes talk past troubles o`er,
  Of mercies shown, and all our sickness healed,
And in his judgments God remembering love;
  And we will learn to praise God evermore
For those glad tidings of great joy revealed
  By that sooth messenger sent from above.
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