Upon The Sand

All love that has not friendship for its base,

Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Though brave its walls as any in the land,

And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace;

Though skillful and accomplished artists

Most beautiful designs on every hand,

And gleaming statues in dim niches stand,

And mountains play in some flow'r-hidden place:

Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden

Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains

Day in, day out, against its yielding wall,

Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.

Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe,

Needs friendship's solid masonwork below.