PEIRCE I who wast ever in our minds 



As one we wholly loved, 

 My soul in this a solace finds, 



Since thine hath been removed, 



That every night, from out the stars 



Two large dark eyes I see, 

 Looking (as 'twere through golden bars) 



All tenderness on me : 



And we believe, as thou didst teach, 



That past the outer lights, 

 Which once by numbers thou couldst reach, 



Thy mind hath gained the heights 



Where love, by knowledge more complete, 



Shall not withhold from us 

 Thine old affection's constant heat, 



Making ours deathless thus. 



T. W. PARSONS. 



Christmas-tide, 1880. 



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