Learning Geometry
Farewell thou most detested book
Of multiplied complication,
And not a sigh nor longing look
Shall mark our separation.
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Thou art with truths, too mighty filled
For my frail mind to grasp;
Or else thou art the juice distilled
Of foolishness and trash.
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Long thou hast been my constant chum,
I’ve nursed thee soon and late,
And thus caressing I have learned
Thy very name to hate.
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How often thus is friendship’s flower
With too much nursing chilled!
It grows with association’s shower,
But with its floods ‘t is killed.
JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.
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