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Woodbine. 
FRATERNAL LOVE. 
















We are but two, — the others sleep 
Through death’s untroubled night; 
We are but two, —oh! let us keep 
The link that binds us bright. 
Heart leaps to heart, — the sacred flood 
That warms us is the same ; 
That good old man, — his honest blood 
Alike we fondly claim. 




We in one mother’s arms were locked, — 
Long be her love repaid; 
In the same cradle we were rocked, 
Round the same hearth we played. 

Our boyish sports were all the same, 
Each little joy and woe ; 
Let manhood keep alive the flame, 
Lit up so long ago, 
We are but two, — be that the band 
To hold us till we die ; 
Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, 
Till side by side we lie. 
CHARLES SPRAGUE. 













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