A True Friend Is A Friend When

Here Is He Laid To Whom For Daring Deed, Nor Friend Nor Foe Could Render Worthy Meed.

Let No One Pay Me Honor With Tears, Nor Celebrate My Funeral Rites With Weeping.

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

Let No One Weep For Me, Or Celebrate My Funeral With Mourning; For I Still Live, As I Pass To And Fro Through The Mouths Of Men.