Classic Poem

Oh ! Life's humble dwelling would seem indeed bare
If the bright rose of Friendship entwined not its door,
And Misery's self would find residence there
If Friendship's glad voice might inspire it no more!
Then, wherever the star of my destiny shine,—
Whether pleasures await me or perils attend,—
Whilst one lingering pulse of existence is mine,
Oh, give me the hand and the heart of a friend!

If sorrow sits dark on our spirit, what sound
Like the footstep of Friendship to chace it afar?
If danger surround us, still safety is found
In the light and the guidance of Friendship's true star.
Then, wherever the ray of my destiny shine,—
Whether pleasures await me, or perils attend,—
Whilst one lingering pulse of existence is mine,
Oh, give me the hand and the heart of a friend!