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The friends I loved in early youth, The faithless and forgetting, Whom, though they were not worth my love, I cannot help regretting;—

My feelings, once the kind the warm, But now the hard, the frozen; The errors I've too long pursued, The path I should have chosen;—

The hopes that are like failing lights Around my pathway dying; The consciousness none others rise, Their vacant place supplying;—