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LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY.

1

Absent or present, still to thee,
My friend, what magic spells belong!
As all can tell, who share, like me,
In turn thy converse, and thy song.

2

But when the dreaded hour shall come
By Friendship ever deemed too nigh,
And “Memory” o'er her Druid's tomb
Shall weep that aught of thee can die,

3

How fondly will she then repay
Thy homage offered at her shrine,
And blend, while ages roll away,
Her name immortally with thine!
April 19, 1812.