Classic Poem

Friendship's a plant of ev'ry clime
Which oft'nest needs the power of time,
When gradual in its tender leaves
The ray of kindness it receives.
But minds there are, of texture fine,
Which sooner feel its glow divine,
A gen'rous soil, we sometimes see,
Where Friendship springs more bold and free,
Perhaps some favour may prevail
And gratitude shall waft the gale;
Or pity, to misfortune given
Has touch'd it with the dews of Heaven!
Opinion in a gen'rous mind
Requires but little to be kind!
And Friendship's fertile cares may root
Tho' candour only nurs'd the root.

For thee!—when radiant morn is past
Calm may thy ev'ning come at last,
Serenely may thy sun decay
To rise more bright a future day.