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ONE FRIEND.
O could we but in sorrow find
One friend of sympathizing mind,
We'd love the others just the same,
And listen for their well-known name.
But in the hours of sorest grief,
In this dear friend we'd find relief,
And go to her in deepest woe,
And whisper then in words so low,
The tender sorrow of the mind,
Confide it to this friend so kind,
And, soft as bells for vespers' peal,
She'd cheer our hearts, our troubles heal.
We'd cling to her dear loving breast,
And think of all, we loved her best,
Because in sorrow we should find
A sweet and sympathizing mind.
One friend of sympathizing mind,
We'd love the others just the same,
And listen for their well-known name.
But in the hours of sorest grief,
In this dear friend we'd find relief,
And go to her in deepest woe,
And whisper then in words so low,
The tender sorrow of the mind,
Confide it to this friend so kind,
And, soft as bells for vespers' peal,
She'd cheer our hearts, our troubles heal.
We'd cling to her dear loving breast,
And think of all, we loved her best,
Because in sorrow we should find
A sweet and sympathizing mind.
