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REMEMBER ME.
When morning from the damps of night
Beams o'er the eye in rosy light,
And calls thee forth with smile benign;
Ah think! whose heart responds to thine,
And still with sympathy divine,
Remember me.
Beams o'er the eye in rosy light,
And calls thee forth with smile benign;
Ah think! whose heart responds to thine,
And still with sympathy divine,
Remember me.
When gentle twilight, pure and calm,
Comes leaning on Reflection's arm;
When o'er the throng of cares and woes
Her veil of sober tint she throws,
Wooing the spirit to repose,
Remember me.
Comes leaning on Reflection's arm;
When o'er the throng of cares and woes
Her veil of sober tint she throws,
Wooing the spirit to repose,
Remember me.
When the first star, with cresset bright,
Gleams lonely o'er the arch of night,
When through the fleecy clouds that dance,
The moon sends forth her timid glance,
Then gazing on that pure expanse,
Remember me.
Gleams lonely o'er the arch of night,
When through the fleecy clouds that dance,
The moon sends forth her timid glance,
Then gazing on that pure expanse,
Remember me.
When mournful sighs the hollow wind,
And pensive thought enwraps the mind,
If e'er thy heart in sorrow's tone,
To musing melancholy prone,
Should sigh, because it feels alone,
Remember me.
And pensive thought enwraps the mind,
If e'er thy heart in sorrow's tone,
To musing melancholy prone,
Should sigh, because it feels alone,
Remember me.
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When stealing to thy secret bower,
Devotion claims her holy hour,
When bowing o'er that sacred page
Whose spirit curbs affliction's rage,
Controls our youth, sustains our age,
Remember me.
Devotion claims her holy hour,
When bowing o'er that sacred page
Whose spirit curbs affliction's rage,
Controls our youth, sustains our age,
Remember me.
Oh! yet indulge the ardent claim,
While friendship's heart the wish can frame,
For brief and transient is my lay,
And mingling soon with kindred clay,
This silent lip no more shall say,
Remember me.
While friendship's heart the wish can frame,
For brief and transient is my lay,
And mingling soon with kindred clay,
This silent lip no more shall say,
Remember me.
And when in deep oblivion's shade
This breathless, mouldering form is laid,
If near that bed thy step should rove,
With one short prayer, by feeling wove,
One glance of faith, one tear of love
Remember me.
This breathless, mouldering form is laid,
If near that bed thy step should rove,
With one short prayer, by feeling wove,
One glance of faith, one tear of love
Remember me.
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