Friendship Poem by Robert Pollok

Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair,
Was seen beneath the sun; but nought was seen
More beautiful, or excellent, or fair,
Than face of faithful friend,-fairest when seen
In darkest day. And many sounds were sweet
Most ravishing and pleasant to the ear;
But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, -
Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm
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all are friends in heaven, all faithful friends
and many friendships, in the days of time
begin, are lasting here and growing still.