Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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Ah, friend, my friend! one true heart, fond and tender,
   That understands our troubles and our needs,
Brings us more near to God than all the splendor
   And pomp of seeming worship and vain creeds.
One glance of thy dear eyes so full of feeling
   Doth bring me closer to the Infinite,
Than all that throng of worldly people kneeling
   In blaze of gorgeous light.

                                                              Nothing but Stones.