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A Dead Friend.


V.

Kind as heaven, while earth's control
 Still had leave to bind
Thee, thy heart was toward man's whole
 Kind.


 Thee no shadows blind
Now: the change of hours that roll
 Leaves thy sleep behind.


Love, that hears thy death-bell toll
 Yet, may call to mind
Scarce a soul as thy sweet soul
 Kind.