Who Are My Friends

Who are my friends, Faithful and true? Who but the stars That burn in the blue.

Who but the sun That sinketh so red, Who but the clay That giveth me bread.

Who but the hills, Who but the sea, Who but the flowers That fold on the tree.

Who but the moths That flutter and pass, Who but the lambs That cry in the grass.

Who but the darkness, Who but the rain, Who but the grave, the grave-- All else are vain! All else are vain!