When Presses Hard My Load Of Care, And Other Friends From Me Depart, I Want A Friend My Grief To Share, With Faithful Speech And Loving Heart. I Want A Friend Of Noble Mind, Who Loves Me More Than Praise Or Pelf, Reproves My Faults With Spirit Kind, And Thinks Of Me As Well As Self-- A Friend Whose Ear Is Ever Closed Against Traducers' Poison Breath; And, Though In Me Be Not Disclosed An Equal Love, Yet Loves Till Death-- A Friend Who Knows My Weakness Well, And Ever Seeks To Calm My Fears; If Words Should Fail The Storm To Quell, Will Soothe My Fevered Heart With Tears-- A Friend Not Moved By Jealousy Should I Outrun Him In Life'S Race; And Though I Doubt, Still Trusts In Me With Loyal Heart And Cloudless Face. True Friendship Knows Both Joy And Grief, The Sweetest Pleasure, Keenest Pain; Its Sharpest Pangs Are Ever Brief, Mere Flitting Clouds Before The Rain. But Soon The Joy Returns Again With Bluer Sky And Brighter Light; The Grief Proves But A Narrow Glen All Full Of Flowers, Though Hid From Sight. And E'En In Darkness We Inhale The Fragrant Odors Love Emits; Friendship Like This Can Never Fail-- On Love'S Strong Throne Its Monarch Sits. True Friendship Is Of Greater Worth Than Words, Though They Were Solid Gold. To All The Glittering Gems Of Earth I It Prefer, A Thousandfold. One Friend I Have Who Knows My Heart, And Loves Me With A Changeless Love; I Love Him, Too--Nor Death Can Part Us Two, For We Will Love Above. A Woman'S Love To His Is Faint; No Brother Cleaves As Close As He; No Seraph Words Could Ever Paint The Love This Friend Now Bears To Me.