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UP the old hill to the old house again
Where fifty years ago the friend was young
Who should be waiting somewhere there among
Old things that least remembered most remain, / He toiled on with a pleasure that was pain
To think how soon asunder would be flung
The curtain half a century had hung
Between the two ambitions they had slain.
They dredged an hour for words, and then were done.
"Good-bye!. You have the same old weather-vane -
Your little horse that's always on the run."
And all the way down back to the next train, / Down the old hill to the old road again, / It seemed as if the little horse had won.