Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Santob de CarrionFriendship
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Who close to us hath grown?
Blind fate no bitt’rer lot can send
Than bid us walk alone.
Of fruitful, blessed thought,
The wise would pray to leave this earth,
If none their friendship sought.
That friendship surely shun
That feigns to love, and inwardly
Betrays affections won.