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First Line: Meek friend! I have been traversing the steep
Last Line: Will reunite us where friends never part!


Meek Friend! I have been traversing the steep
Where when a frolic boy with patient eye
Thou heededst all my wand'rings, (I could weep
To think perchance thy shade might hover nigh,
Marking thy altered child); how little then
Dreamt I, that thou, a tenant of the grave,
No more shouldst smile on me, when I might crave
Some little solace 'mid the hum of men!
Those times had joys which I no more shall know,
And e'en their saddest moments now seem sweet:
Such comforts mingle with remembered woe!
Now with this hope I prompt my onward feet,
That He, who took thee, pitying my lone heart,
Will reunite us where friends never part!





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