by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Language: English 
Give me the depth of love that springs
  From friendship in misfortune grown,
As ivy to the ruin clings,
  When every other hope has flown.

Give me that fond confiding love --
  That naught but death itself can blight;
A flame that slander cannot move,
  But burns in darkness doubly bright.

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  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, no title

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This text was added to the website: 2015-03-31
Line count: 8
Word count: 50