Poems (Sherwin)/The friends I love
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THE FRIENDS I LOVE.
Oh, give me but the friends I love,
Affection's fond endearing smile;
Then bill, or dale, or lawn or grove,
Or flowery bank, or moss-grown stile,
May form in turn my place of rest,
Content would still dwell in my breast.
Affection's fond endearing smile;
Then bill, or dale, or lawn or grove,
Or flowery bank, or moss-grown stile,
May form in turn my place of rest,
Content would still dwell in my breast.
Though skies may smile above my head,
In azure decked and gem'd in stars;
Though flowers beneath my feet are spread,
And earth a smile of beauty wears,
Yet my fond heart will ache with care
If kindred spirits be not there.
In azure decked and gem'd in stars;
Though flowers beneath my feet are spread,
And earth a smile of beauty wears,
Yet my fond heart will ache with care
If kindred spirits be not there.
I love the trees, I love the flowers,
And every plant which decks the fields,
I love the sunshine and the showers,
And every beauty nature yields:
Yet vain are all—my soul will pine
If friendship's blessings are not mine.
And every plant which decks the fields,
I love the sunshine and the showers,
And every beauty nature yields:
Yet vain are all—my soul will pine
If friendship's blessings are not mine.