html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }Friendship, how harsh to the ear
Of the lone and forsaken refugee,
How sweet, yet how false,
When no one has friendship for thee.
"Friendship," the rich man sings,
Yes, friends you have, it is true,
But ah! they seek your wealth;
No loving friend have you.
"Friendship," the cottage child cries,
With her real true Friend above,
"I love Him, I love Him," she cries,
"And all I have is His love."
Yes, yes, the child is right;
She has the best friend to love,
Not all the friends she has below
Will she change for the one above.
[Aged 12 years.]