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TRUE FRIENDSHIP.
Friendship! thou balm of every ill,
I must aspire to thee,
Whose breezes bid the heart be still,
And render sweet the patient's pill,
And set the prisoner free.
I must aspire to thee,
Whose breezes bid the heart be still,
And render sweet the patient's pill,
And set the prisoner free.
Friendship! it is the softest soul
Which feels another's pain,
And must with equal sighs condole,
While sympathetic streamlets roll,
Which nothing can restrain.
Which feels another's pain,
And must with equal sighs condole,
While sympathetic streamlets roll,
Which nothing can restrain.
Not to be nominated smart,
Of mortals to be seen,
She does not thus her gifts impart,
Her aid is from a feeling heart—
A principle within.
Of mortals to be seen,
She does not thus her gifts impart,
Her aid is from a feeling heart—
A principle within.
When the stranger, forced to roam,
Comes shiv'ring to her door,
At once he finds a welcome home,
The torch of grace dispels the gloom,
And bids him grope no more.
Comes shiv'ring to her door,
At once he finds a welcome home,
The torch of grace dispels the gloom,
And bids him grope no more.
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Friendship was never known to fail,
The voice of need to hear,
When ruthless ills our peace assail,
When from our heart she draws the veil,
And dry's the falling tear.
The voice of need to hear,
When ruthless ills our peace assail,
When from our heart she draws the veil,
And dry's the falling tear.
When dogs and devils snarl and fight,
She hides and dwells alone,
When friends and kindred disunite,
With pity she surveys the sight,
And gives to each his own.
She hides and dwells alone,
When friends and kindred disunite,
With pity she surveys the sight,
And gives to each his own.
Friendship has not a sister grace,
Her wonders to exceed,
She is the queen of all her race,
Whose charms the stoutest must embrace,
When in the vale of need.
Her wonders to exceed,
She is the queen of all her race,
Whose charms the stoutest must embrace,
When in the vale of need.
Friendship is but the feeling sigh,
The sympathising tear,
Constrained to flow till others dry,
Nor let the needy soul pass by,
Nor scorn to see or hear.
The sympathising tear,
Constrained to flow till others dry,
Nor let the needy soul pass by,
Nor scorn to see or hear.
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