May 24, 1865. Vol. 1 No. 34. Page 1
Let any who choose to believe the delusion
That true friendship dwells in this wide world of care;
I care not so I could live in seclusion,
I’d resign all the friendship that fall to my share.
Many spend a long life in the vain search for treasure,
Nor dream till the last that all riches must end;
I would search far and wide for the exquisite pleasure
Of meeting the warm smiling face of a friend.
A neighbor may faint or in misery languish,
You stretch forth your hand and assist him to rise;
The viper you’ve warmed wrings your fond heart with anguish,
And then from the bosom that cherished him flies.
Then talk not to me of friends or affection
On which in affliction you cannot reply;
I’ll watch and I’ll wait for that splendid reflection
That beams from the Friendship that gold cannot buy.