For Alexander, c. 1834
Why are you so long away?
I wish that we could talk awhile
It seems to me we think alike
And suffer in our minds like trials
In your diary I feel less alone,
For you have passed this dark place too
I just regret that you comfort me
While I cannot comfort you
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