From the heart of a friend

by Unknown

Blest be that spot where cheerful guests retire

To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;

Blest that abode where want and pain repair,

And every stranger finds a ready chair;

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crowned,

With all the ruddy family around.

—Goldsmith.

What matters if the years depart if

Friendship stays unchanged.