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"He is my friend," I said, -- / "Be patient! " Overhead / The skies were drear and dim; / And lo! the thought of him / Smited on my heart -- and then / The sun shone out again!
"He is my friend! " The words / Brought summer and the birds; / And all my winter-time / Thawed into running rhyme / And rippled into song, / Warm, tender, brave, and strong.
And so it sings to-day. -- / So may it sing alway!
Though waving grasses grow / Between, and lilies blow / Their trills of perfume clear / As laughter to the ear, / Let each mute measure end / With "Still he is thy friend. "