For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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Love begins with love; and there is no passing from firm friendship to even feeble love. --_La Bruyere_. * * * * * Live not without a friend; the Alpine rock must own Its mossy grace or else be nothing but a stone. --_Story_. * * * * * Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years. --_Emerson_. * * * * * Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold, Brow may wrinkle, hair grows grey: True friendship never knows decay. --_Anon_. |
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