“ Memory.
“ My home is now a thousand miles away ;1
Yet in my thoughts its every image fair2
Rises as keen, as I still lingered there,3
And, turning me, could all I loved survey.4
And so, upon Death’s unaverted day,5
As I speed upwards, I shall on me bear,6
And in no breathless whirl, the things that
were,7
were,7
And duties given, and ends I did obey.8
And when at length I reach the Throne of
Power,9
Power,9
Ah ! still unscared I shall in fulness see10
The vision of my past iunumerous deeds,11
My deep heart-courses, and their motive
seeds,12
seeds,12
So to gaze on till the red-dooming hour.13
Lord, in that strait, the Judge ! remember
me !”14
me !”14