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 198 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. But, oh, if Mdmory have a voice, it lately spoke 'to me, When I heard the old school-clock, that chimes so mournfully ! Each other voice may alter, but Tine's doth still remain Unchang'd and stem, as caring not for human joy or pain. ! thought of the time, when first it's sullen tone Came strange upon mine ear, as I sate and wept alone; I thought of the time, when it knock'd against my heart, As last I heard it, like a friend, from whom I griev'd to part. How oft it seem'd the knell of school-boy mirth and glee, How oft it seem'd the tongue of joy, when from toil it set me free ! How bounded my heart, when it bade me seek once more The elm, I lov'd to climb, or the river's happy shore ! And still it had chim'd on in the interval between, While I was wandering far away thro' man a changing Beene, For others it had ehim'd, altho' for me in vain, As nevernever more it shall sound to 'me again. ......... ,Google

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