God go with you

 God go with you wherever you may go,
And ease your way through this unhappy vale;
In you I found a friend I did never know
Lived, that quickened my soul, so sere, so pale.
Before you stepped across the threshold bare,
So rough and untrodden; before you swept
The cold ashes from the hearth, wanting care;
And flung the windows open wide and kept
Things in their places and cleared all traces
Of wilt – scattered there like fading petals
From passions untimely flower, faces
Of those one seldom sees but still recalls
Betrayed a cold unfeeling sympathy
That lacked your warm and healing empathy.
John Clinton

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