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Margaret, at nearer sight,
All that she had done for them,
But sweet Mary, still the same, Kindly eas’d them of their shame; Spoke to them with accents bland, Took them friendly by the hand; Bound them both with promise fast, Not to speak of troubles past; Made them on the spot declare A new league of friendship there; Which, without a word of strife, Lasted thenceforth long as life. Martha now and Margaret Strove who most should pay the debt Which they ow'd her, nor did vary Ever after from their Mary.
TO A RIVER IN WHICH A CHILD WAS
SMILING river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choak’d with ooze and grav'lly stones,
young Edward's corse : his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;
It destroy'd, it now does grace.
THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see herAll, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;
Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces
childhood. Earth seemed a desart I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.