The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 4 - Poems and Plays by Charles Lamb;Mary Lamb
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Till, his most righteous purpose wrought in us,
Our purified spirits find their perfect rest. THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES (_January_, 1798. _Text of_ 1818) I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her-- All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood. Earth seemed a desart I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. |
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