Atonement

How often we neglect a friend
— When living — but should death appear,
The penitent heart is quick to send
— A wreath to lay upon his bier.

How often we neglect a friend
— When living — but should death appear,
The penitent heart is quick to send
— A wreath to lay upon his bier.
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