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A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 28 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT

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First Line: YET IT IS PITIFUL HOW FRIENDSHIPS DIE
Last Line: WITH A TRUE BROTHER STILL, AND HAND IN HAND.
Subject(s): FRIENDSHIP;
Yet it is pitiful how friendships die,
Spite of our oaths eternal and high vows.
Some fall through blight of tongues wagged secretly,
Some through strifes loud in empty honour's house.
Some vanish with fame got too glorious,
And rapt to heaven in fiery chariots fly;
And some are drowned in sloth and the carouse
Of wedded joys and long love's tyranny.
O ye, who with high-hearted valliance
Deem truth eternal and youth's dreams divine,
Keep ye from love and fame and the mischance
Of other worship than the Muses nine.
So haply shall you tread life's latest strand
With a true brother still, and hand in hand.



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