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And a youth said, "Speak
to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with
thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your
own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent
your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without
words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations
are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you
part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you
love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to
the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no
purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For
love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not
love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the
ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is
your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek
him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your
need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of
friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is
refreshed.
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