I Some Friendships are like leaves; when skies are fair
Their green flags flutter, making glad the day;
But when the chill winds blow, they fall away
And leave the quiv'ring branches cold and bare. II Break not an ancient friendship; keep it hale;
Stir round its roots, that it be green of heart;
Let not the spirit of its growth depart:
It is a power to brave the strongest gale.