The meeting place of friends, I have heard tell, Is in the home, the school, the busy mart, But would you know where all true friendships dwell? The meeting place of friends is in the heart. No friendship's real unless the heart extends Its cordial welcome to its friendly guest, And there should never be a thing 'twixt friends Which would prevent its offering the best. For friendship's like a tree which grows and grows, Whose roots are fed by Heaven's gentle rain, And every drop of friendly rain that goes Into its roots renews its life again. And no heart is too small to hold a place For every friend and keep each place apart, So, friends, this thought from memory ne'er efface, The meeting place of friends is in the heart. |