Friend


I would empty thy chalice of head-ache and pain,
Would freshen thy desert with flowers and rain,
Would draw out the bitter and pour in the sweet,
And remove every thorn from the way of thy feet;
Would sing in the gladness of summer and bloom,
And sing out the sadness of winter and gloom,
Would lessen thy load by enlarging thy life,
I would sing back repose and would sing away strife.

–Charles Coke Woods

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