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Forgetfulness,
that
chilling
spell,
Can
freeze
the
ardent
breast;
And
those
we
thought
had
loved
us
well?
"Will
scorn
us
when
distressed.
While
warm
affection
glowing
Bids
mean
suspicion
fly,
Our
youthful
hearts
bestowing
On
most
that
hover
nigh—
When
outward
promise
seems
sincere?
And
lasting
all
our
joy-
Yet
cherished
hope,
and
feelings
dear.
Unkindness
may
destroy.
The
word
of
coldness
spoken
Inflicts
a
bitter
smart
The
tie
of
friendship
broken
Torments
the
aching
heart
But
sadder
far
the
hopeless
pain
?
When
death's
remorseless
hand
Hath
all
untimely
snapped
in
twain
Affection's
golden
band.
But,
though
our
friends
forget
us,
Let
one kind
thought
restore
Their
names,
who
once
have
met
us,
But
ne'er
shall
meet
us
more.