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THE SINGLE HOUND.

XVI.


THE blunder is to estimate,—
"Eternity is Then,"
We say, as of a station.
Meanwhile he is so near,
He joins me in my ramble,
Divides abode with me,
No friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.