James Russell Lowell (Джеймс Расселл Лоуэлл)

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  My friend, adown Life's valley, hand in hand,
  With grateful change of grave and merry speech
  Or song, our hearts unlocking each to each,
  We'll journey onward to the silent land;
  And when stern Death shall loose that loving band,
  Taking in his cold hand a hand of ours,
  The one shall strew the other's grave with flowers,
  Nor shall his heart a moment be unmanned.
  My friend and brother! if thou goest first,
  Wilt thou no more re-visit me below?
  Yea, when my heart seems happy, causelessly
  And swells, not dreaming why, as it would burst
  With joy unspeakable--my soul shall know
  That thou, unseen, art bending over me.

1. The Lost Child
2. Sayest Thou, Most Beautiful, That Thou Wilt Wear
3. Impartiality
4. To the Dark, Narrow House Where Loved Ones Go
5. Poet! Who Sittest in Thy Pleasant Room

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