'TIS hard to find in life A friend, a bow, a wife, Strong, supple to endure, In stock and sinew pure, In time of danger sure. False friends are common. Yes, but where True nature links a friendly pair, The blessing is as rich as rare. To bitter ends You trust true friends, Not wife nor mother, Not son nor brother. No long experience alloys True friendship's sweet and supple joys; No evil men can steal the treasure; 'Tis death, death only, sets a measure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 23. AL-KHAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |