Friend of a wayward hour, you came Like some good ghost, and went the same; And I within the haunted place Sit smiling on your vanished face, And talking with -- your name.
But thrice the pressure of your hand -- First hail -- congratulations -- and Your last "God bless you! " as the train That brought you snatched you back again Into the unknown land.
"God bless me? " Why, your very prayer Was answered ere you asked it there, I know -- for when you came to lend Me your kind hand, and call me friend, God blessed me unaware.
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