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All good things have not kept aloof,
Shake hands, my friend, across the brink
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POEMS.
TO ———
i.
Nor wandered into other ways:
I have not lacked thy mild reproof,
Nor golden largess of thy praise,
But life is full of weary days.
ii.
Of that deep grave to which I go.
Shake hands once more: I cannot sink
So far—far down, but I shall know
Thy voice, and answer from below.
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