The Broken Chain Poem by Della Hodgson James

The Broken Chain



I cannot think of 
My friends as dead,  
Who walk with me
No more. 
As along this path
Of life I tread,  
They have but gone
On before.
We mourn for them
We cannot help,  
When at last we look
On their mortal clay. 
Yet, beautiful thought
We'll meet again;  
For soon we, too
Must go their way.

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