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A Man’s Funeral
41mm x 22mm
With you a Part of me hath passed away;
For in the peopled forest of my mind
A tree made leafless by this wintry wind
Shall never don again its green array.
Chapel and fireside, country road and bay,
Have something of their friendiness resigned;
Another, if I would, I could not find,
And I am grown much older in a day.
But yet I treasure in my memory
Your gift of charity, and young heart's ease,
And the dear honour of your amity;
For these once mine，my life is rich with these.
And l scarce know which part may greater be, ——
what l keep of you, or you from me
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