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SONGS OF COMRADES.
Then upon the far horizon
Came the faintest tint of gold
Then the cloud became a glory,
And the mystery was told
Richer, deeper, grew the radiance,
Till our eyes could hold no more.
We had travelled to the eastward,
And our journeying was o'er.
Now the light is round about us,
And the sun to guide our feet
And along the mountain pathway
Shine the flowers, pale and sweet
And we pluck us each a blossom
To remind us as we go,
How we went, we two together,
Through the darkness and the snow
And, whate'er may be the friendships
We may gain in after years,
None can come between the compact
Which has been annealed by tears.
