What Is Friendship? Something Deep That The

Let Me But Find It In My Heart To Say, When Vagrant Wishes Beckon Me Astray, "this Is My Work; My Blessing, Not My Doom; Of All Who Live, I Am The One By Whom This Work Can Best Be Done In The Right Way."

Man Said, "i Am Tired Of Kings! Sons Of The Robber-chiefs Of Yore, They Make Me Pay For Their Lust And Their War; I Am The Puppet, They Pull The Strings; The Blood Of My Heart Is The Wine They Drink. I Will Govern Myself For Awhile I Think, And See What That Brings!

Be Glad Of Life Because It Gives You The Chance To Love, To Work, To Play, And To Look Up At The Stars.

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.

For Real Company And Friendship, There Is Nothing Outside The Animal Kingdom That Is Comparable To A River.