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Old friend of mine, whose chiming name / Has been the burthen of a rhyme / Within my heart since first I came / To know thee in thy mellow prime; / With warm emotions in my breast / That can but coldly be expressed, / And hopes and wishes wild and vain, / I reach my hand to thee, Dan Paine.
In fancy, as I sit alone / In gloomy fellowship with care, / I hear again thy cheery tone, / And wheel for thee an easy chair; / And from my hand the pencil falls -- / My book upon the carpet sprawls, / As eager soul and heart and brain, / Leap up to welcome thee, Dan Paine.