100 THE BENEFACTRESS.
But yet thou hadst a better charm than youthful bloom
hath found,
And balm, within thy chasten'd heart, to heal another's wound.
Remember thee ? Remember thee ? though, with the
blest on high,
Thou hast a mansion of delight, unseen by mortal eye, Comes not thy wing to visit me, in the deep watch of night, When visions of unutter'd things do make my sleep so
bright ?
I feel thy love within my breast, it nerves me strong and
high, As cheers the wanderer o'er the deep, the pole-star in the
sky, And when my weary spirit quails, or friendship's smile is
cold, I feel thine arm around me thrown, as oft it was of old.
Remember thee ! Remember thee ! while flows this
purple tide, I'll keep thy precepts in my heart, thy pattern for my
guide, And, when life's little journey ends, and light forsakes my
eye, Be near me at my bed of pain, and teach me how to die.
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