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Of the same thought and soul— Thus were they parted, one to roam Still onward through these clouds of gloom,
And one had reach'd the goal.
Together had their lires flow'd on, Not different since they first begun,
Alike in thought and aim— Alike the hopes which fill'd each breast, Alike their sorrows and unrest,
And each pursuit the same. But now how different! One remain'd Down to a world of sorrow chain'd,
A weary child of care— The other, on angelic wing, Had sought the clime where seraphs sing,
And join'd their numbers there.
WOOD NOTES WILD-" What makes ypu sad ?" he said, and prest My tearful cheek close to his breast—
I wept, but could not tell: The luxury of tears was sweet, While I could feel that warm heart beat,
And that fond bosom swell.
Why am I sad ? Dost thou ask why There seems a shadow in my eye, A sadness in my tone ?