Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Greeting

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Greeting.
"Hail!" and not "farewell!"  Oh, friend of mine; My hand to thee as well  I offer, clasping thine In hope, that days to come  May bring for thee The kindliest joys of home,  On land, or sea; That every day and hour  May make thy life so bright, No dark'ning shower  Shall cloud it, nor e'en night Be known from day, Except that thou mayest rest; By that, life's better way  Wherein we're taught 'tis best. Oh, if thou couldst see  Within my heart's deep cell, There's not a strain for thee  That whispers "fare thee well."
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