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John Gibson Lockhart

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It is an old belief
That on some solemn shore
Beyond the sphere of grief
Dear friends shall meet once more.
--
Letter to Thomas Carlyle, April 1, 1842; cited from Andrew Lang The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart (London: John C. Nimmo, 1897) vol. 2, p. 235.

 
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