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Show LINES FOR AN ALBUM When in after years, perchance, O'er these pages you will glance, And read their mementoes, with a sigh For those whose souls have flown Unto the dread unknown, You will read them with a tear-dimmed eye. Think kindly of me then, Though my place, among the men Of this world, should perhaps vacant be. Let my failings be forgot, And my faults remembered not, But as a friend, will you then think of me? Will you think of me as one Who in days long past and gone, You counted as a friend warm and true, Whom you numbered with the rest Of the friends you loved the best, The friends who so tenderly loved you? But should I be living still, You will find through good and ill My friendship unchangeable will be, And though old age appears, With its trials and its tears, All may change, but my friendship to thee. -Waverly. |