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SONNET.
[If I and mine were all below the grass]
If I and mine were all below the grassBeside that old and solemn Church you know,
Would you forget us? Nay! in fitful show
Fair early friendships through lone memory pass,
Like sunny glimpses caught in a cold glass.
And there, serenely sheltered, come and go
The undying dead; ay, better sheltered so
Than under sepulchres of stone and brass.
But for the rest, whose mortal hands to-day
Might clasp your own as warmly as before,
To whom your voice, your looks, might now convey
The joy Time crowns with pathos, and restore
The strength of trust in absence worn away,—
Let these, through memory, mutely plead for more.
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