Many, Well I Know, There Are

Many, well I know, there are
Beady in your joys to share,
And (I never blame it) you
Are almost as ready too.
But when comes the darker day
And those friends have dropt away,
Who is there among them all
You would, if you could, recall?
One, who wisely loves and well,
Hears and shares the griefs you tell:
Him you ever call apart
When the springs o'erflow the heart:
For you know that he alone
Wishes they were but his own.
G ive, while these he may divide,
Smiles to all the world beside.