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Or blue-blood, in my veins;
I've never met a King or Queen,
They've met a King or Queen,
They've never hard my name.
There's no diadem of diamonds,
Or rubies rich and rare;
I've never worn an ermine robe,
Nor jewels in my hair.
But I can boast of treasures,
That are rare in any land;
The ties of truest friendship,
I find as the friend of man.
There's a fragrance, is our union,
'Tis like lavender and old lace;
And I still can gather posies,
As I run, to win the race.
Friendship - Ah, truest friendship,
It is ours to have and hold;
Tho I have the wealth of Croesus,
Friendship can't be bought with gold.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
Copyright owned by the
Wallace and Morehead
families.
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