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My Friend

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(Macmillan's Magazine, Dec. 1864.)     Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,         With living lips and eyes:         Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;     So pale, yet still so fair.     We have not left her yet, not yet alone;         But soon must leave her where         She will not miss our care,     Bone of our bone.     Weep not; O friends, we should not weep:         Our friend of friends lies full of rest;         No sorrow rankles in her breast,     Fallen fast asleep.     She sleeps below,         She wakes and laughs above:         To-day, as she walked, let us walk in love;     To-morrow follow so.

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