1. My Harp that tuneless long has lain
To blank forgetfulness a prey,
Once more renews its humble strain
Not for applause or smiles to gain
But to its friends a tribute pay
2. Ye friends belovd, ye chosen few
Whose kindness claims my thanks sincere
May Heavn your paths with roses strew
Nor pain or sorrow may you know
How long or short you wander here
How long or short you wander here
How long or short you wander here.
3. May plenty ope her silver horn,
And strew its treasures at your feet
And may on gentle breezes borne,
Arise at eve and early morn,
The song of GRATITUDE most sweet.
4. May all the blessings heaven bestows,
On you like evening dew decend;
And when the stream of sorrow flows,
To calm your grief, and sooth your woes,
O may you never want a FRIEND.
O may you never want a FRIEND.
O may you never want a FRIEND.
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