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Promised before leaving we'd call in again,
He seemed to be sorry we could not remain;
In taking our leave of him and his wife -
Not dreaming we'd never more see him in life.

The tie of true friendship between us was great,
Neither time with its changes could ever abate;
From our early acquantance when he but a youth,
Our strongest attachment was builded on truth.

I felt as his father, and he as my son,
Our tastes and opinions were nearly as one;
We loved him most dearly, we honor him now
And while we are grieving to God we must bow.

Who knows the relation, e'en down from our birth,
Decides when 'tis best to divide us on earth;
Seeing a contention which brought about strife
God deemed in was best to remove him from life.

To God's just decree we humbly bow,
But find consolation the flesh knoweth not how;
Thou hath taken our friend, we honor thy will- 
We dare not oppose Thee, but bow and be still.

With all those who are present we'll show our respect,
The slightest dishonor we firmly reject;
At the call from his children we'll quickly appear,
Lend all our aid for protection and care.

Pleasant companion and dutiful son,
An excellent husband and well looked upon,
Meek in his manners, truthful and just-
A man all could honor, a man we could trust.

Not easily influenced but quick to perceive,
Nor easily converted but slow to believe;
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