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Friends.
Somewhere in the depths of human hearts
Is the many chambered cell,
In each compartment a treasured friend
Doth deem it fit to dwell.
Is the many chambered cell,
In each compartment a treasured friend
Doth deem it fit to dwell.
But oft', in the course of fleeting years
Friends step out and quick depart,
And sacred memory writes, mid tears,
Their names upon the aching heart.
Friends step out and quick depart,
And sacred memory writes, mid tears,
Their names upon the aching heart.
And thro' all the lapse of weary years
Their names some happiness tend,
E'en sacred to us the precious spot
Where a friend doth part with friend.
Their names some happiness tend,
E'en sacred to us the precious spot
Where a friend doth part with friend.
Not even miles of the earth and sea,
Nor the worlds that drift in space,
Can come twixt us and the memory
Of the pleasant friendly face.
Nor the worlds that drift in space,
Can come twixt us and the memory
Of the pleasant friendly face.
Nay, not all the years that time can roll,
In all of this life's domain,
Can tarnish the links of friendship dear,
For it is a golden chain.
In all of this life's domain,
Can tarnish the links of friendship dear,
For it is a golden chain.
A chain that girds the whole earth with love
And calms life's fretful sea:
It binds the earth to heaven above,
And time to eternity.
And calms life's fretful sea:
It binds the earth to heaven above,
And time to eternity.
But ah! to the soul what awful test,
E'en more than the tongue can tell,
And ah! what sorrow fills our breast
To say to a friend farewell!
E'en more than the tongue can tell,
And ah! what sorrow fills our breast
To say to a friend farewell!
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