Remembering thee,
Am I not richer than of old?
What chance can mar the pearl and gold
They love hath left in trust for me?
And while in life’s long afternoon,
Where cool and long the shadows grow,
I walk to meet the night that soon
Shall shape and shadow overflow,
I cannot feel that thou art far away.
by John Greenleaf Whittier
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