It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm,
A happy and auspicious bird of calm,
Which rides o'er life's ever tumultuous ocean;
A god that broods o'er chaos in commotion;
A flower which fresh as Lapland roses are,
Lifts its bold head into the world's frore air,
And bloom most radiantly when others die,
Health,hope and youth, and brief prosperity;
..... A star
Which moves not ' mid the moving heavens
Alone-
A smile among dark frowns. - a gentle
Tone
Among rude voices, a beloved light,
A solitude, a refuge, a delight.
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