The Precious Friends
A friend or two that loves me
Who shares my hopes and joys and fears
That lifts my faith above me,
Above the sordid things of life
That, but for friends would settle
To bickerings and useless strife
And make me lose my mettle.
I know full well. that it is best
That tasks and burdens press me
Which, overcome, with zeal and zest
Each victory will bless me.
So though the years may make me bend
And add some pain and sorrow,
Oh, glorious gift, this precious friend
That smiles with me tomorrow.
(Spring Hill, Kansas: New Era Publishing Co. 1939)