THERE are so many noble gents in this bright world of joy and glee, that men who seem like eighteen cents don't need to worry you or me. We do not need associates who are not built to put up ice, we need not mingle with the skates who would be dear at any price. The woods are full of splendid scouts whose friendship is a thing to prize, but if you herd with down-and-outs, you cannot to such friendship rise. Man must be honest, good and straight, if he'd have friends who're worth the while; he cannot trot a crooked gait and be considered quite in style. The men whose friendship is a boon are found all o'er this cheerful earth; they do not give a picayune for anything but sterling worth. You may be poor, you may be bald, you may have water on the brain, but when you're to their circle called, you know you have not lived in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |