Old friends are the best of treasures
they say the kindest things of us
Amidst rebuke they bring pleasures
our deepest thoughts they will discuss

We look to them for a gracious tongue
they guard dear our own dignity
Upon shoulders hopes and fears hung
that boost our own ability

To have a warm and faithful friend
who cheers in the adverse hour
Is that you never wish offend
to inherit life's great dower

To some I think I am a pain
but most my friends don't seem to mind
They know it is because I am vain
though to them I am always kind

We all have little faults it seems
may they not be large in measure
My friends are those which make the dreams
not a struggle but a pleasure

Tate