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First, most, to thee, my son, I give this book / In which a friend's and brother's verses blend / With mine; for not son only -- brother, friend, / Art thou, through sonship which no veil can brook / Between the eyes that in each other look, / Or any shadow 'twixt the hearts that tend / Still nearer, with divine approach, to end / In love eternal that cannot be shook / When all the shakable shall cease to be.
With growing hope I greet the coming day / When from thy journey done I welcome thee / Who sharest in the names of all the three, / And take thee to the two, and humbly say, / _Let this man be the fourth with us, I pray._