XLIX. THY FATHER'S FRIEND.

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Forsake not thou thy father’s friend,

Forsake not thou thine own;

Though care and grief his form may bow,

And frosts of age be on his brow,

And like a leafless willow now

He stand on earth alone.

Forsake not thou thy father’s friend,

Revere the hoary head;

Thou may’st have little to bestow

To lessen want, or lighten woe,

But who does not the solace know

Which kindly words can shed!

Forsake not thou thy father’s friend;

So when thy strength is o’er,

May’st thou ne’er want a friend in need,

Thy age to cheer, thy footsteps lead,

But he who is a “Friend indeed”

Be thine for evermore!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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