Yes, poor old pipe; and darker days we've had,
When life looked blue, and hard the burden came;
Shut off from friends, deserted, lonely, sad,
In thee I found a friend, of old the same.
And all my secrets unto you I've told,
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My school-boy wishes and my college fears,
And you have been to me as true as gold,
My truest friend in all these lonesome years.
Long nights I've ground with you to cheer the hours;
In curling smoke, unseen save to my sight,
Loved faces come, soon fade like full-blown flowers,
But leave my study filled with fancies bright.