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On Revisiting Harrow. [1]

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1. Here once engaged the stranger's view Young Friendship's record simply trac'd; Few were her words, - but yet, though few, Resentment's hand the line defac'd. 2. Deeply she cut - but not eras'd - The characters were still so plain, That Friendship once return'd, and gaz'd, - Till Memory hail'd the words again. 3. Repentance plac'd them as before; Forgiveness join'd her gentle name; So fair the inscription seem'd once more, That Friendship thought it still the same. 4. Thus might the Record now have been; But, ah, in spite of Hope's endeavour, Or Friendship's tears, Pride rush'd between, And blotted out the line for ever.

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