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REMEMBRANCE.
DARWIN.
When the soft tear steals silently down from the eye,
Take no note of its course, nor detect the low sigh;
From some spring of soft sorrow its origin flows,
Some tender remembrance that weeps as it goes.
Take no note of its course, nor detect the low sigh;
From some spring of soft sorrow its origin flows,
Some tender remembrance that weeps as it goes.
Ah! tis not to say what will bring to the mind
The joys that are fled, and the friends left behind;
A tune, or a song, or the time of the year,
Strikes the key of reflection and moans on the ear.
The joys that are fled, and the friends left behind;
A tune, or a song, or the time of the year,
Strikes the key of reflection and moans on the ear.
Thro' the gay scenes of youth the remembrance strays,
Till memory steps back on past pleasures to gaze;
Fleeting shades now they seem that glide silent away,
The remains of past hours, and the Ghost of each day.
Till memory steps back on past pleasures to gaze;
Fleeting shades now they seem that glide silent away,
The remains of past hours, and the Ghost of each day.
Let the tear then drop silent, nor mark the full eye,
The soul's secret off'ring no mortal should spy;
Few souls are prepar'd for a rite so divine,
When the feelings alone sacrifice to the shrine.
The soul's secret off'ring no mortal should spy;
Few souls are prepar'd for a rite so divine,
When the feelings alone sacrifice to the shrine.
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