From the heart of a friend

by Unknown

Tell me, gentle traveler, who hast wandered through the world, and seen the sweetest roses blow, and brightest gliding rivers, of all thine eyes have seen, which is the fairest land? “Child, shall I tell thee where nature is more blest and fair? It is where those we love abide. Though that space be small, ample is it above kingdoms; though it be a desert, through it runs the river of Paradise, and there are the enchanted bowers.”

—Unknown.

To friends and e’en to foes true kindness show;

No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do;

Harshness will alienate a bosom friend,

And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

—Unknown.

We let our friends pass idly, like our time,