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Friendship
How sweet the memory of a friend,
Whom now we meet no more!
How oft his looks do we recall,
Repeat his sayings o'er.
Whom now we meet no more!
How oft his looks do we recall,
Repeat his sayings o'er.
The places where with him we strayed,
The meadow, grove, and hill;
How oft we picture them to view,
And with fond memories fill!
The meadow, grove, and hill;
How oft we picture them to view,
And with fond memories fill!
Sad are our hearts, that now no more
His face, his form we see;
When we frequent the much-loved spots,
Where he was wont to be.
His face, his form we see;
When we frequent the much-loved spots,
Where he was wont to be.
As wandering there the things we see
All seem to us more fair
Each thing he loved each flower & tree
When he was with us there.
All seem to us more fair
Each thing he loved each flower & tree
When he was with us there.
Each well-remembered object makes
His image more complete;
Till earthly trials, sorrows past,
With him again we meet.
His image more complete;
Till earthly trials, sorrows past,
With him again we meet.
Poem No. 204; c. 1 January 1870
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