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The Old Familiar Faces

January 1798

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days—

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies—

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a love once, fairest among women:

Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her—

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:

Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;

Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood:

Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,

Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother!

Why wert not thou born in my father’s dwelling?

So might we talk of the old familiar faces.

For some they have died, and some they have left me,

And some are taken from me; all are departed:

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.