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216 I used to go to a bright school
 * Where Youth and Frolic taught in turn;

But idle scholar that I was,
 * I liked to play, I would not learn;

So the Great Teacher did ordain
 * That I should try the School of Pain.

One of the infant class I am
 * With little, easy lessons, set

In a great book; the higher class
 * Have harder ones than I, and yet

I find mine hard, and can't restrain
 * My tears while studying thus with Pain.

There are two Teachers in the school,
 * One has a gentle voice and low,

And smiles upon her scholars, as
 * She softly passes to and fro.

Her name is Love; 'tis very plain
 * She shuns the sharper teacher, Pain.

Or so I sometimes think; and then,
 * At other times, they meet and kiss,

And look so strangely like, that I
 * Am puzzled to tell how it is,

Or whence the change which makes it rain
 * To guess if it be—Love or Pain.