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Hold yet a while, Strong Heart, 
Not part a lifelong yoke 
Though blighted looks the present, future gloom. 
And age it seems since you and I began our 
March up hil1 or down. Sailing smooth o'er 
Seas that are so rare- 
Thou nearer unto me, than oft-times I myself- 
Proclaiming mental moves before they were ! 
Reflector true-Thy pulse so timed to mine, 
Thou perfect note of thoughts, however fine- 
Shall we now part, Recorder, say ? 
In thee is friendship, faith, 
For thou didst warn when evil thoughts were brewing- 
And though, alas, thy warning thrown away, 
Went on the same as ever-good and true
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