Where shall we look when the heart is sad With the burden of many cares? Where shall we turn when the weak and bad Have covered our pathway with snares? Where shall we seek for a helping hand When the body and spirit are sore? Ah! then we must seek for courage and Unbosom ourselves to a friend. Where shall we go when the heart is gay And throbs with a pure delight That lightens the weight of toil by day And sweetens our sleep at night? What shall we do when the joys of life Goes on with a glorious tread? Ah! then in the joy of the world's strife We must share our hopes with a friend.
