WHAT IS A FRIEND ?"What is a friend?" the stranger asked;
I had to stop and think.
He'd paused to rest beneath my trees
And ask me for a drink.
I found I could not well define
The word "friendship" for him;
But I spread out a robe for rest,
His cup...filled to the brim.
Refreshed, he left my friendly shade
Unanswered, why pretend ?
And, yet, I know... he took with him
The meaning of a friend.
It seems to me if friendship lies
Within the heart and mind,
Our deeds will show and make folk know.....
It need not be defined !
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