For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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It is equally impossible to forget our friends, and to make them answer to our ideal. When they say farewell, then indeed we begin to keep them company. How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends that we may go out and meet their ideal cousins! --_Thoreau_. * * * * * I must feel pride in my friend's accomplishments as if they were mine--wild, delicate, throbbing property in his virtues. I feel as warmly when he is praised as the lover when he hears applause of his engaged maiden. --_Emerson_. * * * * * In very many cases of friendship, or what passes for it, the old axiom is reversed, and like clings to unlike more than to like. --_Dickens_. * * * * * Hearts are linked to hearts by God. The friend on whose fidelity you can count, whose success in life flushes your cheek with honest satisfaction, whose triumphant career you have traced and read with a |
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