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A Dead Friend.


Dear in death, thou hast thy part
 Yet in life, to cheer
Hearts that held thy gentle heart

 Time and chance may sear
Hope with grief, and death may part
 Hand from hand's clasp here:

Memory, blind with tears that start,
 Sees through every tear
All that made thee, as thou art,