Happy Birthday
calamitycrow!
Nov. 16th, 2009 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Wishing a very, very
to the inordinately talented, warm-hearted, and generous
calamitycrow! It is such a pleasure to know you, bb--have a fabulous day!
There's a present in the works, but until then, and in honor of her amazing nineteenth-century AUs, "The West that Never Was," there's an eighteenth-century hymn to friendship behind the cut:
Friendship to ev’ry willing mind
Opens a heav’nly treasure:
There may the sons of sorrow find
Sources of real pleasure.
See what employments men pursue,
Then you will own my words are true:
Friendship alone presents to view
Sources of real pleasure.
Poor are the joys that fools esteem,
Fading and transitory;
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream,
Or a delusive story;
Luxury leaves a sting behind,
Wounding the body and the mind;
Only in Friendship can we find
Pleasure and solid glory.
Beauty, with all its gaudy shows,
Is but a painted bubble;
Short is the triumph wit bestows,
Full of deceit and trouble;
Fame like a shadow flees away,
Titles and dignities decay;
Nothing but Friendship can display
Joys that are free from trouble.
Learning (that boasted glitt’ring thing)
Scarcely is worth possessing;
Riches, forever on the wing,
Cannot be called a blessing;
Sensual pleasures swell desire,
Just as the fuel feeds the fire;
Friendship can real bliss inspire:
Bliss that is worth possessing.
Happy the man who has a friend
Form’d by the God of nature;
Well may he feel and recommend
Friendship for his Creator:
Then let our hearts in Friendship join,
So let our social pow’rs combine,
Rul’d by a passion most divine:
Friendship with our Creator.
by Bidwell, from the American Musical Miscellany , 1798
to the inordinately talented, warm-hearted, and generous
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There's a present in the works, but until then, and in honor of her amazing nineteenth-century AUs, "The West that Never Was," there's an eighteenth-century hymn to friendship behind the cut:
Friendship to ev’ry willing mind
Opens a heav’nly treasure:
There may the sons of sorrow find
Sources of real pleasure.
See what employments men pursue,
Then you will own my words are true:
Friendship alone presents to view
Sources of real pleasure.
Poor are the joys that fools esteem,
Fading and transitory;
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream,
Or a delusive story;
Luxury leaves a sting behind,
Wounding the body and the mind;
Only in Friendship can we find
Pleasure and solid glory.
Beauty, with all its gaudy shows,
Is but a painted bubble;
Short is the triumph wit bestows,
Full of deceit and trouble;
Fame like a shadow flees away,
Titles and dignities decay;
Nothing but Friendship can display
Joys that are free from trouble.
Learning (that boasted glitt’ring thing)
Scarcely is worth possessing;
Riches, forever on the wing,
Cannot be called a blessing;
Sensual pleasures swell desire,
Just as the fuel feeds the fire;
Friendship can real bliss inspire:
Bliss that is worth possessing.
Happy the man who has a friend
Form’d by the God of nature;
Well may he feel and recommend
Friendship for his Creator:
Then let our hearts in Friendship join,
So let our social pow’rs combine,
Rul’d by a passion most divine:
Friendship with our Creator.
by Bidwell, from the American Musical Miscellany , 1798