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Show : MOORE I KEMEMBER THEE. Remember thee? Yes, while there's life in this heart. It shall never forget, thee. All born as thou art; j More clear in thy sorrow, thy gloom and thv showers. Than the rest of the world in their sunniest sun-niest hours. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free. First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea. -I might hail thee with prouder, with hap- niir brow. But Oh! could I love, thee more deeply than now? No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more paimuUy clear to thy sons Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird nest. Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast. -MOORE. GEMS FROM MOORE. When cold in 'he earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd. Be his faults ami his billies forgot by the then; Or, if .from their slumber the veil be removal re-moval Weep o cr them in silence, and c!oe it again. And Oh! if 'tis pain to remember how- far From the pathways of life lie was l tempted to roam. Be it bliss to remember that thou wert the star That aro.se on his darkness and guided him home. O Reason! who shall say what spells renew. re-new. When least we look fer it. thy broken i clew. ! Through what smad vestas o er the .darkened brain Thv intellectual day-beam bursts again; And how like forts to Which beleagaerers ! win I Unhop'cl-for entrance through mne friend within. One clear idea, waken'd in the breast By mem'ry's magic, lets in all the rest. "Poor race of men!" said the pitying spirit. "Dearly ve pav for your primal Fall-Some Fall-Some fiow"' rets of Eden ye still inherit But the trail of the Serpent is over them a!l." Blest fears- of soul-felt penitence! In whose benigh redeeming How Is felt the first, the only .sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. |