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 Though moving other mates between, While carts and coaches intervene, Each to the other goes unseen;

Yet seldom, surely, shall there lack Knowledge they walk not back to back, But with an unity of track,

Where common dangers each attend, And common hopes their guidance lend To light them to the self-same end.

Whether he then shall cross to thee, Or thou go thither, or it be Some midway point, ye yet shall see

Each other, yet again shall meet. Ah, joy! when with the closing street, Forgivingly at last ye greet!

me, friends, while yet we part, And heart can yet be heard of heart, O tell me then, for what is it Our early plan of life we quit; From all our old intentions range, And why does all so wholly change? O tell me, friends, while yet we part!

O tell me, friends, while yet we part,— The rays that from the centre start Within the orb of one warm sun, Unless I err, have once begun,—