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MEMORY.
Sweet memory, like a pleasing dream,
Still lends a dull and feeble ray;
For ages with her vestige teems,
When beauty's trace is worn away.
Still lends a dull and feeble ray;
For ages with her vestige teems,
When beauty's trace is worn away.
When pleasure, with her harps unstrung,
Sits silent to be heard no more,
Or leaves them on the willows hung,
And pastime glee forever o'er.
Sits silent to be heard no more,
Or leaves them on the willows hung,
And pastime glee forever o'er.
Still back in smiles thy glory steals,
With evening dew drops from thine eye;
The twilight bursting from thy wheels,
Ascends, and bids oblivion fly.
With evening dew drops from thine eye;
The twilight bursting from thy wheels,
Ascends, and bids oblivion fly.
Memory, thy blush prevails to bloom,
Designed to fade, no, never, never;
We'll stamp thy memory on the tomb.
And bid th' immortal live forever!
Designed to fade, no, never, never;
We'll stamp thy memory on the tomb.
And bid th' immortal live forever!
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When youth's bright sun has once declined,
And bid his smiling day expire,
Memory, thy torch steals up behind,
And sets thy hidden stars on fire.
And bid his smiling day expire,
Memory, thy torch steals up behind,
And sets thy hidden stars on fire.
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