To My Dear Old Friend, Mr. A. Shuman


NOT many friends
Wish I you;
Love makes amends
For the few.

Slight bonds are best
For the new;
Here is the test
Of the true:

Pay to your friend
Your own due;
Lone to the end,
Through and through;
Let him, commend,
And not you.

Friends of this kind,
Tried and true,
May you, friend, find,—
Just a few.

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