< Hand in Hand
For works with similar titles, see Friendship.
FRIENDSHIP
MY life is very free from private cares,
But friends a-many
Divide with me their sorrows and despairs,
To the last penny!
Poor friends, confiding and unhappy ones,
I crave your pardon,
But need you always range your skeletons
About my garden?
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