For greater gifts I would not pray
Nor ask the gods to send my way
If I could have four friends a day
A friend of better days than this,
Of brighter sun and golden bliss
Before the times had gone amiss.
A friend of worse days, dark and drear,
Who shared the hours of storms and fear,
Before the skies began to clear.
A friend new made who shall afford
Adventures of the unexplored.
A friend with happy future stored.
An old friend who has stood the test,
Has known the worst and known the best,
Alike in both forever blest.
- Anonymous
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