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THE PARTING OF PYM AND STRAFFORD.
“Adieu, we yet shall meet in yonder hall:”With that they parted. Little Wentworth thought
With what a ghastly meaning they were fraught,
Those farewell words—the last that Pym let fall
In friendship. Never more the stirring call
Of liberty assailed, those, who had fought,
Through perilous years, amongst the foremost, brought
To battle, side by side, again for all
That makes the freeman glory to be free.
They parted—One, the path that he had trod,
From his youth upwards, still, unswervingly,
To tread,—for freedom, and the right his God
To freely serve to strive. The other's way,
Through power, hate, the thronged hall, to the red scaffold lay.
November 11th, 1842.
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