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THE OLD SCHOOL CLOCK.
OLD 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.
