For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
page 72 of 92 (78%)
page 72 of 92 (78%)
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We just shake hands at meeting With many that come nigh; We nod the head in greeting To many that go by. But welcome through the gateway Our few old friends and true; The hearts leap up and straightway There's open house for you, Old friends, There's open house for you. --_Massey_. * * * * * Beyond all wealth, honor, or even health, is the attachment we form to noble souls; because to become one with the good, generous, and true, is to become in a measure good, generous, and true ourselves. --_Arnold_. * * * * * Be slow in choosing a friend, slower in changing. --_Franklin_. * * * * * |
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