Poetry of Kansas
 

My Three Friends.

ON the sunlit island of Long-ago__
    In the valley of Used-to-be,
There were three good friends that I used to know
    Who have wandered away from me.
 
One was buried when life was young__
    His grave is far from me;
And one I lost by a slandering tongue,
    And one crossed over the sea.
 
And now as I sit in my room alone,
    They live in my memory;
And I wonder if any that I have known
    Do ever remember me.
 
But one passed over the river of death,
    And one crossed over the sea,
And one I lost by a venemous breath__
    And all have forgotten me.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

 
Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
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