1847 Oxford night caps (4th edition)

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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 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. The word of coldness spoken Inflicts a bitter smart