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HATTIE.
When Memory turns with trembling fingers
The misty pages of the past,
And fondly, sadly, fancy lingers
O'er hopes and dreams too bright to last,
Then let these simple lines remind thee,
While drifting o'er life's stormy sea,
Where'er its drifting tide may find me,
That there is one heart cares for thee.
And may my Muse's humble token
Remind thee of some happy hours,
Of girlhood's friendship still unbroken,
When comes the gloom of darker hours;
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