ROBERT SOUTHEY
My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears; And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the Dead, anon
My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on
Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
��WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 570 Corinndy jrom At hens y to Tanagra
SANAGRA' think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey'd streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet
In clear Thermodon, and yet greets
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