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AREWELL to one now silenced quite, Sent out of hearing, out of sight,— My friend of friends, whom I shall miss. He is not banished, though, for this,— Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.

Though I shall talk with him no more, A low voice sounds upon the shore. He must not watch my resting-place, But who shall drive a mournful face From the sad winds about my door?

I shall not hear his voice complain, But who shall stop the patient rain? His tears must not disturb my heart, But who shall change the years, and part The world from every thought of pain?

Although my life is left so dim, The morning crowns the mountain-rim; Joy is not gone from summer skies, Nor innocence from children's eyes, And all these things are part of him.

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