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FRIENDSHIP.
How sweet it is in grief to see
The eyes we love all wet with tears,
Fresh from those founts of sympathy,
That mingle with our hopes and fears.
The eyes we love all wet with tears,
Fresh from those founts of sympathy,
That mingle with our hopes and fears.
How sweet it is to hear the heart,
On which we long have leaned our own,
The holiest hopes and truths impart,
With tenderness in every tone.
On which we long have leaned our own,
The holiest hopes and truths impart,
With tenderness in every tone.
We weep indeed—hut friendship pours
A solace on our hour of woe,
And changes those weak earthly showers
Into affection's purest glow.
A solace on our hour of woe,
And changes those weak earthly showers
Into affection's purest glow.
Pressed from the bitterness of pain,
Do strength, and trust, and courage rise,
And then we find 't is not in vain
We nurse those sacred sympathies.
Do strength, and trust, and courage rise,
And then we find 't is not in vain
We nurse those sacred sympathies.
