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MY OLD PRECEPTOR.
That brings a wished-for moment into view,—
These mark our course with a strange hesitation,
And conscience sometimes checks the school-boy, too.

A sigh for thee! in this cold world of ours,
Though stern to others, thou wast kind to me,
And as above thy grave the humbler flowers,
At eventide, sweet fragrance breathe o'er thee,
So would I give, friend of departed hours,
One simple offering to thy memory.