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.
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.
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.
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.