For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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page 73 of 92 (79%)
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Convey thy love to thy friend, as an arrow to the mark, to stick there; not as a ball against the wall to rebound back to thee. --_Francis Quarles_. * * * * * Ah, friend, let us be true To one another! For the world which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. --_Matthew Arnold_. * * * * * Friendship is power and riches a11 to me; Friendship's another element of life; Water and fire are not of more general use To the support and comfort of the world Than friendship to the being of my joy; I would do everything to serve a friend. --_Southerne_. |
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