Old friends are always wonderful, And some are priceless too, But we should look around and try, To cultivate the new. Because the circle that is formed, By all the hands we shake, Surrounds the height and margins of, The progress that we make. And if our friends of years ago, Are all we have today, Then surely we have slowed our stride, And walked an idle way. Whereas each new one helps to ease, Our struggle and our strife, An even larger circle is, A longer lease on life. So let us keep the gentle friends, That we have come to know, But also let us do our best, To make the circle grow.
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