Long years of pleasant friendship may be broken
By one hour’s work with thoughtless word or deed,
Yet why forget the thousand good words spoken,
The kindly help which met a passing need?
We do not spurn the sunlight when ’tis hidden;
We look for good when fiercest storms descend.
Then why lose faith, when undeserved, unbidden,
We meet disloyal usage from a friend?
Benjamin Keech