BETA

The Benefactress.

Who asks if I remember thee ?  or speak thy
treasured name ?
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Doth the frail rush forget the stream, from whence
its greenness came ?
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Doth the wild, lonely flower that sprang in some
rude, rocky dell,
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Forget the first awakening smile, that on its bosom
fell ?
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Did Israel’s exiled sons, when far from Zion’s hill
away,
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Forget the high and holy house, where first they
learned to pray ?
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Forget, around their temple’s wreck, to roam in
mute despair,
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And o’er its hallowed ashes pour a grief that none
might share ?
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Remember thee !  Remember thee ! though many
a year hath fled
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Since o’er thy pillow cold and low the uprooted
turf was spread,
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Yet still doth twilight’s musing hour thy graceful
form restore,
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And morning breathe thy music tone, like Mem-
non’s harp of yore.
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The simple cap that deck’d thy brow is still to
Memory dear,
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Her faithful echoes keep thy song that lulled my
infant ear ;
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The book, from which my lisping tongue was by
thy kindness taught,
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Returns with all its lettered lines illumed with
hues of thought.
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The flowers, the dear familiar flowers, that in thy
garden grew,
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From whence thy mantel-vase was filled, methinks
they breathe anew ;
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Again the whispering lily bends, and ope yon lips
of rose,
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As if some message of thy love they lingered to
disclose !
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’Tis true that more than fourscore years
bowed thy beauty low,
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And mingled with thy cup of life full many a cup
of woe,
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But yet, thou had’st a higher charm than youthful
bloom hath found,
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And balm, within thy chastened heart, to heal
another’s wound.
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Remember thee !  Remember thee ! though with
the blest on high,
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Thou hast a mansion of delight, unseen by mortal
eye,
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Comes not thy wing to visit me, in the deep watch
of night,
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When visions of unuttered things do make my
sleep so bright ?
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I feel thy love within my breast, it nerves me
strong and high,
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As cheers the wanderer on the deep the pole-star
in the sky,
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And when my weary spirit quails, or friendship’s
smile is cold,
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I feel thine arm around me thrown, as oft it was
of old.
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Remember thee !  Remember thee ! while flows
this purple tide,
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I’ll keep thy precepts in my heart, thy pattern for
my guide ;
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And when life’s little journey ends, and light
forsakes the eye,
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Come near me, at my bed of pain, and teach me
how to die.
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