[Written for the Sentinel.]

UNITY

It is not just because our eyes are meetingIn daily converse, that we claim a friend;It is not e'en because our hearts are beatingSo near each other that our pulses blend.

One hand may clasp another, and the distanceOf arctic tides be flowing where they meet;The courteous bend can tender more resistanceThan marble column, while we seem to greet.

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