POETRY.
THE OLD ROAD.
How short the road with you, my friend,
How short the road with you—
The hills and vales, the heights, the dales And each unfolding view; For side by side and foot by foot, Though long that summer noon, The twilight fell _too soon, my friead, The twilight fell too soon.
How far the road alone, my friend,
ROW far the road alone—
The hills how steep, the dales how deep, Their ancient magic flbwn; For now the way, together trod, You- cannot tread- again, Is twenty miles of pain, my friend, Is twenty miles of pain.
Still winds the patient road, my friend, Still winds -the-patient road, Whereon I go, now high, new low, With my appointed e load; And glories shared, I felt were- gone For ever when you past; Have brought you back- at last,. my friend, Have brought you back at last.
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