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TO THE MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR'S FATHER.

I

Like the remembrance of a dream
Recall'd imperfectly to thought;
Thy form, thy features, sometimes seem
To musing meditation brought.

II

And could the painter's mimic art
Their semblance perfectly retrace,
Thy memory would not, in my heart,
Obtain a more enduring place.

III

All that such art might body forth
Could but thy outward form display;
It still would leave untold the worth
Which has survived that form's decay.

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IV

It still would leave each gem unguess'd,
The casket transiently enshrin'd;
Each virtue which adorn'd thy breast,
Each talent that enrich'd thy mind.

V

Continue then, as thou hast been,
A spirit, to my spirit known;
By grosser sense unfelt, unseen;
Belov'd, rever'd in thought alone.

VI

As such, thy image is more dear
Than blazon'd in the costliest frame;
As such, I still may think thee near,
And bless thy memory, and thy name!