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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One writes that Other Friends Rem

 One writes, that "Other friends remain," 
That "Loss is common to the race"--
And common is the commonplace,
And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more.
Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
O father, wheresoe'er thou be, Who pledgest now thy gallant son, A shot, ere half thy draught be done, Hath still'd the life that beat from thee.
O mother, praying God will save Thy sailor,--while thy head is bow'd, His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave.
Ye know no more than I who wrought At that last hour to please him well; Who mused on all I had to tell, And something written, something thought; Expecting still his advent home; And ever met him on his way With wishes, thinking, "here to-day," Or "here to-morrow will he come.
" O somewhere, meek, unconscious dove, That sitteth ranging golden hair; And glad to find thyself so fair, Poor child, that waiteth for thy love! For now her father's chimney glows In expectation of a guest; And thinking "this will please him best," She takes a riband or a rose; For he will see them on to-night; And with the thought her colour burns; And, having left the glass, she turns Once more to set a ringlet right; And, even when she turn'd, the curse Had fallen, and her future Lord Was drown'd in passing thro' the ford, Or kill'd in falling from his horse.
O what to her shall be the end? And what to me remains of good? To her, perpetual maidenhood, And unto me no second friend.

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