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For the warmest of hearts is frozen, The freest of hands is still; And the gap in our picked and chosen The long years may not fill.
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gutenberg.orgGeorge F. Hoar: “For the warmest of hearts is frozen, The freest of hands is still; And the gap in our picked and chosen The long years…”
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Hoar poetically conveys the permanence of loss and the enduring impact of a person's absence.
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