YES, all is well. The cloud hath passed away
That hung above our friendship's path awhile;
For truth hath pierced it with a golden ray,
And love's own sunshine bathed it in a smile.

Yes, all is well, my brother. See, I place
My hand upon my late tumultuous heart,
And its soft pulses speak the cairn of peace,
Which sweetest is just after storms depart.

Now let our friendship flow, like gentle river,
With no dark stream its silver waves to stain;
And, O, let no cold wintry iceberg ever
Come floating down its summer tide again!

Let naught disturb our harmony of soul,
Let nothing come between thy heart and mine,
But let the circling years, as on they roll,
Still bring us more of sympathy divine.

We are but one remove from heavenly birth, —
Let heavenly truth be on each lip and brow;
Let us be free, — let not the dust of earth
Weigh down the white wings of our spirits now.

So when we tread Eternity's dim shore
Our souls may know each other, and rejoice
That no disguise in earthly life they wore,
And spirit voice may answer spirit voice!