How often, in thy journeyings, hast thou made thee instant friends,
Found, to be loved a little while, and lost, to meet no more;
Friends of happy reminiscence, although so transient in their converse,
Liberal, cheerful, and sincere, a crowd of kindly traits.
I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people,
But never yet could find a spot, unsunned by human kindness;
Some more, and some less,—but truly all can claim a little;
And a man may travel through the world, and sow it thick with friendships.
There be indeed, to say it in all sorrow, bad apostate souls,