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acrostics.
Many come—and so many go,
Like the tide, some ebb and flow,
And some are like the clinging vine,
Their tendrils of affection twine
Round us, and ever we reply
Upon their truth and constancy;
Years pass, and others change, but they
Remain to-day as yesterday.
Like the tide, some ebb and flow,
And some are like the clinging vine,
Their tendrils of affection twine
Round us, and ever we reply
Upon their truth and constancy;
Years pass, and others change, but they
Remain to-day as yesterday.
Distance, time, nor ought can shake
True friendship, or its strong links break.
Unto how few, can we reveal
All that we think, all that we feel.
Can'st thou to any friend lay bare
Thy heart with all that's hidden there?
Kind others may be, yet oft they prove
Unworthy our regard or love.
When our path is one of flowers,
With pleasure they beguile the hours.
Oh! how eager they are to please
When our life is one of ease;
Ready ever with jest and song;
But, when dark hours come along,
Tis with saddened hearts we own,
Alas! our friends have flown.
Heaven grant, should e'er arise the need,
Thy friends may prove true friends indeed.
True friendship, or its strong links break.
Unto how few, can we reveal
All that we think, all that we feel.
Can'st thou to any friend lay bare
Thy heart with all that's hidden there?
Kind others may be, yet oft they prove
Unworthy our regard or love.
When our path is one of flowers,
With pleasure they beguile the hours.
Oh! how eager they are to please
When our life is one of ease;
Ready ever with jest and song;
But, when dark hours come along,
Tis with saddened hearts we own,
Alas! our friends have flown.
Heaven grant, should e'er arise the need,
Thy friends may prove true friends indeed.
