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Words:
THE
WISH OF A
FRIEND
LIKE THE BROOK SO
GLADLY SINGING
TOWARD THE SEA,
LIKE THE TRUANT SWAL-
-LOW WINGING
ITS HOMWARD WAY,
AS THE HAPPY SKY-
-LARK SOARING
TO THE SUN,
LIKE A GUSHING FOUN-
-TAIN POURING
FORTH ITS SONG,
SO LET THY STEPS BE
EVER BENDING
TOWARD THE WAY,
WHICH LEADS BY FAITH
TO NEVER ENDING
ETERNAL DAY.
