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FRIENDS

by:
Thomas Curtis Clark

If all the sorrows of the weary earth-
The pains and heartaches of humanity-
If all were gathered up and given me,
I still should have my share of wealth and worth
Who have you, friend of old, to be my cheer
Through life's uncertain fortunes, year by year

Thank God for friends, who dearer grow as tears increase,
Who, as possessions fail our palsied hands,
Become the boon supreme, than gold and lands
More precious. Let all else, if must be, cease;
But Lord of Life, I pray, on me bestow
The gift of friends, to share the way I go.

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