Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of FriendshipWe Love but Few
AnonymousO
To old friends and to new;
Yet doth this truth grow clearer day by day:
We love but few.
And sweet to hear,
When sunrise splendor brightens all the way,
And, far and near,
And bells that chime;
Our hearts are light: we do not weigh our words
At morning time!
And life’s great load
Doth weigh us down, and thick with dust
Doth grow the road,
The words have grown!
With pleading eyes we look to Christ above,
And clasp our own.
No mortal strait,
Nor Death himself, with his prevailing hands,
Can separate.
And friendships true;
Yet do these words read plainer, year by year:
We love but few.