A boon, a talisman, O Memory! give,

To shrine my name in hearts where I would live
For evermore!

Bid the wind speak of me where I have dwelt,
-Bid the Stream's voice, of all my soul hath felt,
A thought restore!

Song, is the gift with thee?—I ask a lay
Soft, fervent, deep, that will not pass away
From the still breast;

Fill'd with a tone-oh! not for deathless Fame,
But a sweet haunting murmur of my name,
Where it would rest!

MRS. IEMANS.

/ધાપ

WHITBY:

PUBLISHED BY R. KIRBY: TO BE HAD OF MESSRS, SIMPKIN AND

MARSHALL, LONDON; AND ALL BOOKSEllers.

1833.

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