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To B—- (An Autograph)   Leave a comment

Above:  A Chain

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We may weld the broken chain,

But the seam will still remain;

Time may heal the wounded bay,

But the seam will always stay.

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Thus, when friendship’s ties dissever,

They may clasp again, but never

Shall the mind, tho’ naught be spoken,

Cease to know they once were broken.

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But with friendship as the arm,

Broke, ’tis subject less toharm;

Wounded friendships last the longest,

And love’s knottiest ties are strongest.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

To Mr. ——-   Leave a comment

Above:  Victorian Men

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NOTE:

I detect a pattern relevant to many of my great-grandfather’s poems which he published in 1883.  Many friendships and flirtations seemed to have ended badly.  Either that is true of he wrote of the same ones again and again.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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We once were friends?  So I confess, I thought,

But I’ve learned that all things terrestrial change,

And be “friendship” of heaven or earth, ’tis fraught

Now with an import meaningless and strange.

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When we have seen and learned men’s imperfections,

As I have yours–tho’ not because I would–

What mean past friendships or fond recollections?

What strength have kindred ties or bonds of blood?

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I have not watched you with malicious eye,

I’d wrap your frailties in oblivious night,

But faults which, like yours, tower so broad and high

Above your virtues, can’t be hid from sight.

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Had I not learned to know you quite well,

Our hearts had ne’er departed mutual trust,

But I have learned you–learning broke the spell,

And transformed friendship into deep disgust.

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Then farewell, sir, we can no more be friends,

For, like love, friendship slain lives not again,

Youth’s sweetness with its bitters sinks and blends

Into one gloomy and oblivious main.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

Posted May 21, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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