- OH, give to me a chosen friend;
- With whom I may compare
- And mingle all my inmost thoughts,
- And every pleasure share.
- Sometimes, I'd steal away alone
- To feast on Learning's page;
- Then, Time may fly, I heed him not,
- But wish each hour an age.
- Yet, give me one true, faithful friend,
- Who cares not for my gold,
- But loves me with confiding heart,
- And is nor bought, nor sold.
- I then can go where duty calls;
- Can minister to those
- On whom Affliction's heavy hand
- Hath dealt severest blows.
- Or, I can smile and sing with joy,
- Where faces all are bright,
- And Pleasure sits in regal power,
- Dispensing sweet delight.
- Then is long life, with one true friend,
- A something which I crave;
- And thus on earth I'd journey on
- With joy, unto the grave.
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