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SONGS, LEGENDS, AND BALLADS.
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.
