 | A few verses for a few friends |  |
THE WRITER OF THESE VERSES
Inscribes them
TO HIS FRIEND,
E. P. W.
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TO ---, ON A LATE LOSS.
I know your grief,—for death has walked
Through all the chambers of my heart;
And I have sat, like you, and watched
My idols, one by one, depart.
Through all the chambers of my heart;
And I have sat, like you, and watched
My idols, one by one, depart.
We come not of that crowd, my friend,
Who tell their sorrows far and near,—
Who name aloud, with frequent sigh,
The loved one laid upon the bier.
Who tell their sorrows far and near,—
Who name aloud, with frequent sigh,
The loved one laid upon the bier.
Take my warm tears! I may not speak
When next I grasp your trembling hand,—
What need of words, heart-brother dear?
My silence you can understand.
When next I grasp your trembling hand,—
What need of words, heart-brother dear?
My silence you can understand.
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