KEEP THE PATH CLEAR!

Oh, do not trifle with friendship, I pray,

Guard it more closely each swift-flying day;

Gifts the most precious, and gold cannot pay

For friendship once broken.

It's vanished for aye!--

Keep clear the path to your friend's heart, I pray!

Weeds of forgetfulness soon choke the way;

Pass that way often; keep polished, I pray,

The flagstones that guide you down friendship's own way!

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