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To W.H.W
You called to me from o'er the restless tide :
Within the deepening shades of Death's confines,
-Like winds grown free among the forest pines
Did set my Spirit free: and like a bride-
Like a lost mistress to a lover sad-
Led my young spirit unto Love: relit
The flame, the dream where two friends long ago would sit
Together happy, disunited mad.
So near to death friend have I grown to thee-
Grown to thy Soul like ivy to the wall,
Beheld a dream of Love's eternity-
Near to the grave, beneath a soldier's pall.
If time ne'er grants our friendship future span,
Know, friend, we met in spirit Man to Man!
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