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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

Soft eyes are seen no more,
    That made spring-time in your heart;
Kindred and friends are gone before—
    And ye still fear to part?

We fear not now, we fear not!
    Though the way thro' darkness bends;
Our souls are strong to follow them,
    Our own familiar friends!