For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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--_Howell_.
* * * * * Friendship is an allay of our sorrows, the ease of our passions, the discharge of our oppressions, the sanctuary to our calamities, the counsellor of our doubts, the charity of our minds, the emission of our thoughts, the exercise and improvement of what we meditate. --_Taylor_. * * * * * Friendship springs up from sources so subtile and undefinable, that it cannot be _forced_ into particular channels; and whenever the attempt has been made, it has usually been unsuccessful. --_Day_. * * * * * God wills that we have sorrows here, And we will share it; Whisper thy sorrow in my ear, That I may also bear it. If anywhere our trouble seems To find an end, 'Tis in the fairy land of dreams, Or with a friend. |
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