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A DEAD FRIEND.


I.

Gone, O gentle heart and true,
 Friend of hopes foregone,
Hopes and hopeful days with you
 Gone?


 Days of old that shone
Saw what none shall see anew,
 When we gazed thereon.


Soul as clear as sunlit dew,
 Why so soon pass on,
Forth from all we loved and knew
 Gone?