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 RANK, I had left you, lost you, Drowned in the rush of days; All the old time was ended, Blurred with a twilight haze. Only I knew, with you, Frank, Somewhere the world was blessed- Blessed with a spirit steadfast, Soul that my youth loved best. Thus I was biding softly, Mining my way to light; Hewing the tough old problems, Working for day through night.