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Rh  Yes, dearly those memories cling round my heart,
 * And bravely withstand Time's rude shock;

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

EAR honored name, beloved for human ties,
 * But loved and honored first that One was given

In living proof to erring mortal eyes
 * That our poor earth is near akin to heaven.

Sweet word of dual meaning: one of grace,
 * And born of our kind advocate above;

And one by memory linked to that dear face
 * That blessed my childhood with its mother-love,