LINES TO AN OLD SCHOOL-FELLOW.
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The cold world,—ah! yes, my dear girl, 't is indeed
Cold, heartless, and dangerous, too;
From its snares and temptations, O, may we be freed!
Its frowns may we brave, with heaven for our meed,
When we bid it for ever adieu.
Cold, heartless, and dangerous, too;
From its snares and temptations, O, may we be freed!
Its frowns may we brave, with heaven for our meed,
When we bid it for ever adieu.
