Embrace friends from all over the world..human strength

Oh, call it by some better name

Oh, call it by some better name,

For Friendship sounds too cold,

While Love is now a worldly flame,

Whose shrine must be of gold;

And Passion, like the sun at noon,

That burns o'er all he sees,

Awhile as warm, will set as soon - ­

Then, call it none of these.

Imagine something purer far,

More free from stain of clay

Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are,

Yet human still as they:

And if thy lip, for love like this,

No mortal word can frame,

Go, ask of angels what it is,

And call it by that name!

THOMAS MOORE 1779-1852