If all the sorrows of this weary earth -- The pains and heartaches of humanity -- If all were gathered up and given me, I still would have my share of wealth and worth Who have you, Friend of Old, to be my cheer Through life's uncertain fortunes, year by year. Thank God for friends, who dearer grow as years increase; Who, as possessions fail our hopes and hands, Become the boon supreme, than gold and lands More precious. Let all else, if must be, cease; But, Lord of Life, I pray on me bestow The gift of friends, to share the way I go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 52 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT |