--_Pastor_.

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I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of a song;

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The song from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

--_Longfellow_.

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I find no place that does not breathe
Some gracious memory of my friend.

--_Tennyson_.

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I awake this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old
and the new.

--_Emerson_.