THE FRIENDS WE MISS.
The winter's sky with stars is lit, The logs blaze on the hearth; Fond faces through the shadows flit, Strange fancies here find birth.
.' The loving forms we seem to see Of those we long have missed; We hear old songs from ligs which we
In happier days have kissed. Ob, joys of Christmas Day have passed! Oh, hopes that were in vain! iWe feel the touch of hands we clasp■,ed, And greet our friends again.
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Marlborough Express, Volume XLVI, Issue 120, 18 May 1912, Page 6
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80THE FRIENDS WE MISS. Marlborough Express, Volume XLVI, Issue 120, 18 May 1912, Page 6
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