J. D. R

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Title:     J. D. R
Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes [More Titles by Holmes]

1862

THE friends that are, and friends that were,
What shallow waves divide!
I miss the form for many a year
Still seated at my side.

I miss him, yet I feel him still
Amidst our faithful band,
As if not death itself could chill
The warmth of friendship's hand.

His story other lips may tell,--
For me the veil is drawn;
I only knew he loved me well,
He loved me--and is gone!

[The end]
Oliver Wendell Holmes's poem: J. D. R

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