Memory

O memory! celestial maid! Who glean'st the flow'rets cropt by time; And suff'ring not a leaf to fade, Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime: Bring, bring those blossoms to my mind When life was new, and E—n kind. O to my raptur'd ear convey, The gentle things my friend would say!

Unequall'd virtues grac'd her breast; I saw, enraptur'd!—and was blest With her lov'd friendship! Oh, how dear Were thy sweet accents to my ear. But sickness—undermining—slow! And death—hard, unrelenting foe! From our fond hopes did cruel rend The tenderest spouse! and sweetest friend! ' Ah! sled forever from my view, ' Thou sister of my soul, adieu!' Our hopes are now to meet above,— Where pains shall cease—where all is love.