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LD memories rush o'er my mind just now
 * Of faces and friends of the past;

Of that happy time when life's dream was all bright-
 * Ere the clear sky of youth was o'ercast.

Very dear are those mem'ries,—they've clung round my heart,
 * And bravely withstood Time's rude shock;

But not one is more hallowed or dear to me now
 * Than the face of the old school clock.

'Twas a quaint old clock with a quaint old face,
 * And great iron weights and chain;

It stopped when it liked, and before it struck
 * It creaked as if 'twere in pain.