Friends

 
   
 

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do to the seas -

  
      

they live in one another, still

   
    

For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent

      
    

In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure

        
    

This is the comfort of friends - that though they may be said to die, 

yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, 

       
   

ever present, 
    

   

because immortal.

   
   

 
 

- William Penn -