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A MEMORY AT CHRISTMASTIDE
Again the snows, the Christmas carols sweet;Again the days so full of Christmas cheer.
Ah me! the friend who spoke with me last year,
And warmed my very heart with love's glad heat
Lies now where fall the winter snow and sleet,
And I, who held him past all others dear
And counted every hour without him drear,
No more shall list the coming of his feet.
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