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MEMORIA IN ÆTERNA.

Sweet Memory! thou faculty divine—

Triumphant o'er the cruel hand of Time!

On thy tablets we may trace

The lines his fingers ne'er efface,

And take with us till latest day

The images that light our way,

And picture thus in a shadowy form

The loved and lost he's from us torn—

Their lids by Death so early sealed—

Life's crimson tide by him congealed—

The tyrant has not all concealed—

They in thy mirror still revealed!

Before the morning sunbeams kissed

The face of Nature—veiled in mist—

And heralded with golden ray

The opening of the perfect day—

Ere yet the sable shades of night

At dawn's approach had winged their flight—

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