Raise to the Father above.

[Pg 45]

[Pg 45]

KEEP THE PATH CLEAR!

Oh, do not trifle with friendship, I pray,

Guard it more closely each swift-flying day;

Gifts the most precious, and gold cannot pay

For friendship once broken.

It’s vanished for aye!—

Keep clear the path to your friend’s heart, I pray!

Weeds of forgetfulness soon choke the way;

Pass that way often; keep polished, I pray,

The flagstones that guide you down friendship’s own way!

 Transcriber’s Note:

Transcriber’s Note:

One minor change has been made (to correct thoughless to thoughtless) for a typesetter’s error; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author’s words and intent.

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