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Early Companions
They are not dead, but gone before!
Their love doth still remain;
Another life will them restore,
Unite the broken chain.
Their love doth still remain;
Another life will them restore,
Unite the broken chain.
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They loved the things, which here we love,
Their hearts were kind and true;
And in the glorious world above,
Their friendship shall renew.
Their hearts were kind and true;
And in the glorious world above,
Their friendship shall renew.
But here we wander sad and lone,
As in a foreign clime;
Till we again shall meet our own,
Beyond the shore of time.
As in a foreign clime;
Till we again shall meet our own,
Beyond the shore of time.
They wait us in that happy land,
As we are waiting here;
With warm embrace with clasping hand,
For each they love so dear.
As we are waiting here;
With warm embrace with clasping hand,
For each they love so dear.
There death no more can friends divide,
Nor sorrow grieve the heart;
Beyond time's bounds, death's narrow tide,
They meet no more to part.
Nor sorrow grieve the heart;
Beyond time's bounds, death's narrow tide,
They meet no more to part.
Poem No. 636; date unknown
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