Poems (Sherwin)/Friendship
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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.
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.
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.
No generous passions warm his heart, No glowing virtues sooth his mind; No aid would he to woe impart,— Gloomy, unfeeling and unkind.