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Our early friends, those of our youth? We cannot feel again The earnest love, the simple truth, Which made us such friends then. We grow suspicious, careless, cold; We love not as we loved of old.

No more a sweet necessity, Love must and will expand, Loved and beloving we must be, With open heart and hand, Which only ask to trust and share The deep affections which they bear.

Our love was of that early time; And now that it is past,