THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a love once, fairest among women;

Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;

Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly,--

Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood.

Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,

Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,

Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

So might we talk of the old familiar faces,--

How some they have died, and some they have left me,

And some are taken from me; all are departed,

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces!

_Charles Lamb._

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