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Here once engaged the stranger's view / Young Friendship's record simply traced; / Few were her words; but yet, though few, / Resentment's hand the line defaced.
Deeply she cut - but not erased, / The characters were still so pain, / That Friendship once return'd, and gazed, - / Till Memory hail'd the words again.
Repentance placed them as before; / Forgiveness join d her gentle name; / So fair the inscription seem'd once more, / That Friendship thought it still the same.
Thus might the Record now have been; / But, ah, in spite of / Hopes endeavour, Or Friendships tears, / Pride rush'd between And blotted out the line for ever.