Friend of a wayward hour, you came
Like some good ghost, and went the same;
And I within the haunted place
Sit smiling on your vanished face,
And talking with--your name.
But thrice the pressure of your hand--
First hail--congratulations--and
Your last "God bless you!" as the train
That brought you snatched you back again
Into the unknown land.
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"God bless me?" Why, your very prayer
Was answered ere you asked it there,
I know--for when you came to lend
Me your kind hand, and call me friend,
God blessed me unaware.
[Illustration: Friend of a wayward hour--tailpiece]
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[Illustration: My Henry--headpiece]