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Friend of a wayward hour, you came / Like some good ghost, and went the same; / And I within the haunted place / Sit smiling on your vanished face, / And talking with -- your name.
But thrice the pressure of your hand -- / First hail -- congratulations -- and / Your last "God bless you! " as the train / That brought you snatched you back again / Into the unknown land.
"God bless me? " Why, your very prayer / Was answered ere you asked it there, / I know -- for when you came to lend / Me your kind hand, and call me friend, / God blessed me unaware.