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FOR LONGFELLOW'S BIRTHDAY
FEBRUARY 27, 1867
In gentle bosoms tried and true
How oft the thought will be,
“Dear friend, shall I remember you,
Or you remember me?”
How oft the thought will be,
“Dear friend, shall I remember you,
Or you remember me?”
But thou, sweet singer of the West,
Whose song in every zone
Has soothed some aching grief to rest
And made some heart thine own,
Whose song in every zone
Has soothed some aching grief to rest
And made some heart thine own,
Whene'er thy tranquil sun descends,—
Far, far that evening be,—
What mortal tongue may count the friends
That shall remember thee?
Far, far that evening be,—
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That shall remember thee?
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