If thou hast lost a friend,
By hard or hasty word,
Go, call him to thy heart again;
Let pride no more be heard.
Remind him of those happy days,
Too beautiful to last;
Ask, if a word should cancel years
Of truth and friendship past!
Oh! if thou’st lost a friend,
By hard or hasty word,
Go, call him to thy heart again;
Let pride mo more be heard.
Oh! tell him, from thy thought
The light of joy hath fled;
That, in thy sad and silent breast,
Thy lonely heart seems dead;
That mount and vale, each path ye trod,
By morn or evening dim,
Reproach you with their frowning gaze,
And ask your soul for him.
Then, if thou’st lost a friend,
By hard or hasty word,
Go, call him to thy heart again;
Let pride no more be heard.