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But there was that upon her cheek
Which you had hardly cared to see.

Mr. Edward Olney, Sir,
When thus she met her mother's view,
She had the passions of her kind,
She spake some certain truths of you ;
Indeed, I heard one bitter word
That scarce could justly be defined.
Her sentence lacked the accurate terms,
That stamp a mathematic mind.

Mr. Edward Olney, Sir,
A spectre haunts your college-walk,
The guilt of tears is at your door,
You changed a wholesome heart to chalk.
You fixed the course without remorse,
Regardless of her sore lament,
And when the day of trial came,
You slew her with an eight per cent.

Trust me, Edward Olney, Sir,
Orion and the Pleiades,
From the blue heavens above us bent,
Smile at your minutes and degrees.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me
'T is only fair ourselves to please ;
Dry eyes are more than decimals,
And happy hearts than indices.