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77
SONNET,
TO THE SISTER OF AN OLD SCHOOLFELLOW.
“Heaven lies about us in our
infancy!”
If so, we should not with indifference meet
Aught that recalls a memory so sweet
As one of bright and early days gone by!
For, could we but abide continually
As we were wont in hours so fair and fleet,
Like little children, guileless of deceit,
This o'er the world were glorious mastery!
My school-mate's sister! none of us can add
One year to life's brief span, or take from thence:
Yet ought we not, dear friend, to borrow hence
Desponding thoughts, to make our spirits sad;
But holier aspirations to be clad
In robes more white than our first innocence!
If so, we should not with indifference meet
Aught that recalls a memory so sweet
As one of bright and early days gone by!
For, could we but abide continually
As we were wont in hours so fair and fleet,
Like little children, guileless of deceit,
This o'er the world were glorious mastery!
My school-mate's sister! none of us can add
One year to life's brief span, or take from thence:
Yet ought we not, dear friend, to borrow hence
Desponding thoughts, to make our spirits sad;
But holier aspirations to be clad
In robes more white than our first innocence!
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