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I like to think this friendship that we hold / As youth's high gift in our two hands to-day / Still shall we find as bright, untarnished gold / What time the fleeting years have left us grey. / I like to think we two shall watch the May / Dance down her happy hills and Autumn fold / The world in flame and beauty, we grown old / Staunch comrades on an undivided way.
I like to think of Winter nights made bright / By book and hearth-flame when we two shall smile / At memories of to-day -- we two content / To count our vanished dawns by candle-light / Seeing we hold in our old hands the while / The gift of gold youth left us as she went.