1.
Here once engaged the stranger’s
view
Young Friendship’s record
simply trac’d;
Few were her words,—but yet,
though few,
Resentment’s hand the
line defac’d.
2.
Deeply she cut—but not eras’d—
The characters were still
so plain,
That Friendship once return’d, and
gaz’d,—
Till Memory hail’d the
words again.
3.
Repentance plac’d them as before;
Forgiveness join’d her
gentle name;
So fair the inscription seem’d once
more,
That Friendship thought it
still the same.
4.
Thus might the Record now have been;
But, ah, in spite of Hope’s
endeavour,
Or Friendship’s tears, Pride rush’d
between,
And blotted out the line for
ever.
September, 1807.
[First published in Moore’s
‘Life and Letters, etc.’, 1830, i.
102.]
[Footnote 1:
“Some years ago, when at Harrow,
a friend of the author engraved on a particular
spot the names of both, with a few additional words,
as a memorial. Afterwards, on receiving some
real or imaginary injury, the author destroyed the
frail record before he left Harrow. On revisiting
the place in 1807, he wrote under it these stanzas.”
Moore’s ‘Life, etc.’, i. 102.]]
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