Of hands that twined with ours in school days, now 

 Delight us as our sunbeam nears the west, 

 Soothing, perchance our self-esteem with proofs 

 That 'mid all faults the good have loved us still, 

 And quickening with redoubled energy 

 To do or suffer. 

 The three friends of Job 

 Who in the different regions where they dwelt 

 Teman, and Naamah and the Shuhite land, 

 Heard tidings of his dire calamity, 

 Moved by one impulse, journey'd to impart 

 Their sorrowing sympathy. 

 Yet when they saw 

 Him fallen so low, so chang'd that scarce a trace 

 Remained to herald his identity 

 Down by his side upon the earth, they sate 

 Uttering no language save the gushing tear,— 

 Spontaneous homage to a grief so great. 

 Oh Silence, born of Wisdom! we have felt 

 Thy fitness, when beside the smitten friend 

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