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THE OLD FAMILY.
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We owned a part in all they had—it seemed that wo went shares
In Life, when we partook their joys, and half forgot our cares!

Oh! when shall we e'er see the like of them we loved, again?
Where meet such kindly hearts to feel for all the poor man's pain?
When in his hour of gladness now shall those kind tones be heard,
To make it double with the smile that sweetened every word?

A word from them, a smile, a look, oh! it was sweeter far
Than all the gifts that others give, than all their favours are;
Yet they were bountiful and free as any that may live,
But with their gifts the blessing came, that money cannot give.

How oft it comes within my mind, the morning of the day,
When we took our leave of them—the last, before they went away:
The beating hearts, the trembling hands, the tongues that strove to tell
Our gratitude and love to them, who knew it all so well.