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When Old Friends Were Here
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(published by Horace Waters, N.Y., 1864)
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When old friends were here,
In days that are flown,
How fond were the hands
Which oft clasp’d my own,
The pathways of life
Were pleasures sunny hue,
And voices were near,
With tones warm and true.
Refrain:
All are gone!
No loved one’s near!
I weep for the happy days
When old friends were here,
When old friends were here,
Those gentle friends so dear!
I weep for the happy days
When old friends were here!
When old friends were here
We roamed o’er the hills,
We sang merry songs,
As free as the rills,
But Time on its wave
Has rudely borne away
The fair dewy flowers
Of life’s early day.
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