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of the dead, and friend of all my days Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute The song saluting friends whose songs are mute With full burnt-offerings of clear-spirited praise. That since our old young years our several ways Have led through fields diverse of flower and fruit Yet no cross wind has once relaxed the root We set long since beneath the sundawn’s rays, The root of trust whence towered the trusty tree, Friendship this only and duly might impel My song to salutation of your own; More even than praise of one unseen of me And loved the starry spirit of Dobell, To mine by light and music only known.