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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.