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The Old Familiar Faces

by Charles Lamb

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Drawing the boundary…

Under the Surface

by John Boyle O'Reilly

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Drawing the boundary…

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The Old Familiar Faces

by Charles Lamb

I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a love once, fairest among women;
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her —
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood.
Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces —

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Under the Surface

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Ay, smile as you will, with your saintly face! 
But I know the line 
Of your guard is as weak as a maze of lace: 
You may give no sign— 
And the devil is never far to seek, 
And a rotten peach has a lovely cheek. 

As they come in the stream, I say to you: 
The lives we jostle are none of them true. 
Who seeks with a lamp and glass may find 
A nature of honor from core to rind; 
But woe to the heart that is formed so true: 
It may not reck, and it still must rue 
The perjured lip and the bleeding vow. 
God keep it blind to the things we know— 
To the ghastly scars for the leech’s eyes 
And the occult lore of the worldly wise.

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