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A FRIEND
His are the whitenesses of soul,
That Virgil had: he walks the earth
A classic saint, in self-control,
And comeliness, and quiet mirth.
That Virgil had: he walks the earth
A classic saint, in self-control,
And comeliness, and quiet mirth.
His presence wins me to repose:
When he is with me, I forget
All heaviness: and when he goes,
The comfort of the sun is set.
When he is with me, I forget
All heaviness: and when he goes,
The comfort of the sun is set.
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But in the lonely hours I learn,
How I can serve and thank him best:
God! trouble him: that he may turn
Through sorrow to the only rest.
How I can serve and thank him best:
God! trouble him: that he may turn
Through sorrow to the only rest.
1894.
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