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FRIENDSHIP.
In this great world of grief and woe,
Where naught but thorns infest the ground;
Few are the joys our hearts can know,
Save those which friendship spreads around.
Where naught but thorns infest the ground;
Few are the joys our hearts can know,
Save those which friendship spreads around.
When fortune frowns and proves unkind,
And with a load of cares we bend;
Oh, what a sweet relief we find,
The bosom of a faithful friend.
And with a load of cares we bend;
Oh, what a sweet relief we find,
The bosom of a faithful friend.
How lonely and forlorn is he
Who neither love nor friendship knows;
How gloomy all his thoughts must be,—
How cold alike to friends and foes.
Who neither love nor friendship knows;
How gloomy all his thoughts must be,—
How cold alike to friends and foes.
No generous passions warm his heart,
No glowing virtues sooth his mind;
No aid would he to woe impart,—
Gloomy, unfeeling and unkind.
No glowing virtues sooth his mind;
No aid would he to woe impart,—
Gloomy, unfeeling and unkind.
