Mes Ami

Somewhere,
There sounds a bell
That rings with clarity,
That trembles the wings of angels.

Somewhere,
There floats a chord
That sings with
Infinite, vibrant beauty.

Somewhere,
There live such persons
Whose lives light up the world,
Whose presence touch the souls of men.

And when,
In this fleeting world of time,
Such persons briefly overshadow you,
You live a better person.

I have never heard such bell that rings.
I have never heard such chord that sings.
But I have known such persons that live,
And such persons as these, are my friends.

—Edward F. Croke