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SCATTERED
Scattered to East and West and North,
Some with the faint heart, some the stout,
Each to the battle of life went forth,
And all alone we must fight it out.
Some with the faint heart, some the stout,
Each to the battle of life went forth,
And all alone we must fight it out.
We had been gathered from cot and grange,
From the moorland farm, and the terraced street,
Brought together by chances strange,
And knit together by friendships sweet.
From the moorland farm, and the terraced street,
Brought together by chances strange,
And knit together by friendships sweet.
Not in the sunshine, not in the rain,
Not in the night of the stars untold,
Shall we ever all meet again,
Or be as we were in the days of old.
Not in the night of the stars untold,
Shall we ever all meet again,
Or be as we were in the days of old.
But as ships cross, and more cheerily go
Having changed tidings upon the sea,
So I am richer by them, I know,
And they are not poorer, I trust, by me.
Having changed tidings upon the sea,
So I am richer by them, I know,
And they are not poorer, I trust, by me.
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