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V. PARTING AND MEETING.
They quarrelled, parted with a frown,
Took each his separate path,
And that and many a day went down
And rose upon their wrath.
Took each his separate path,
And that and many a day went down
And rose upon their wrath.
And Jim went east and Duncan west,
And not a word said Jim;
And Duncan—well, he would be blest
Before he'd speak to him.
And not a word said Jim;
And Duncan—well, he would be blest
Before he'd speak to him.
The tranquil hamlet of their birth
The brothers left behind;
Wider between them grew the Earth
And keener blew the wind. . . .
The brothers left behind;
Wider between them grew the Earth
And keener blew the wind. . . .
In 'Frisco where the cypress waves
Its melancholy green,
Are James and Duncan Gordon's graves,
And but a step between.
Its melancholy green,
Are James and Duncan Gordon's graves,
And but a step between.
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