The Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn/On Friendship
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ON FRIENDSHIP.
The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit,And friendship's a jewel we seldom can meet,How strange does it seem that in searching around,That source of content is so rare to be found!O Friendship! thou balm and rich sweet'ner of life,Kind parent of ease and composer of strife;Without thee, alas! what are riches and pow'r,But empty delusion, the joys of an hour.
How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend,On whom we may always with safety depend;Our joys when extended will always increase,And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace.When fortune is smiling what crowds will appear,Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere;Yet change but the prospect and point out distress,No longer to court you they eagerly press.
FINIS.