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The Hacker School House
Swift fly the years! Men call thee mean and old,But I behold thee still as in thy prime;
The scroll of memory quickly is unrolled,
Wherein I read of childhood's early time;
Of that first morn, when finished, bright, and new,
We took our seats within thy well-built walls;
The master's voice I hear, his form I view,
As to his place, in order, each he calls.
Again I see, 'twas a beauteous sight!
Adorned with evergreen, and summer flowers;
The parents sharing in their sons' delight,
And gay the school room looked as garden bowers.
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A picture bright for memory to view!
Poem No. 452; c. 27 March 1868
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