For 'mid old friends, tried and true, Once more we our youth renew. Those are silver, these are gold. Friendship deals no lavish praises, Friendship dons no surface smiles. Friendship follows Nature's diction, Shuns the blandish of art, Boldly severs truth from fiction, Speaks the language of the heart. Be it word or be it deed.
Friendship cheers the faint and weary.
Warns the erring, lights the dreary, Smooths the passage to the grave. Friendship pure, unselfish friendship. All through life's allotted span, Nurtures, strengthens, widens, lenghtens, Man's relationship with man. The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. My Most Favorite one of all.