Friday, January 30, 2015

Friendship

Give me the love of friends and I shall not complain of cloudy sky or little dream that fade and die.

Give me the clasp of one firm hand, the lips that say 'I understand' and I shall walk on holy land.

For fame and fortune burdens bring, and winter takes the rose from spring; but friendship is a Godly thing.

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