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IVING we loved you, yet withheld our praises

Before your faces.

And though our spirits had you high in honour!

After the English manner,

We said no word. Yet as such comrades would,

You understood.

Such friendship is not touched by death's disaster,

But stands the faster.

And all the shocks and trials of time cannot

Shake it one jot.

Beside the fire at night some far December

We shall remember

And tell men unbegotten as yet the story

Of your sad glory.

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