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J. D. R.
THE friends that are, and friends that were,
What shallow waves divide!
I miss the form for many a year
Still seated at my side.
I miss him, yet I feel him still
Amidst our faithful band,
As if not death itself could chill
The warmth of friendship's hand.
His story other lips may tell,--
For me the veil is drawn;
I only knew he loved me well,
He loved me--and is gone!
poem
by
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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