The Waters of Oblivion. By Johm Malcolm, Esq. The waters of oblivion’s stream Effacing of this mortal day The scenes that lived in memory’s dream, From spirits pass’d away ; How blest, methinks, their healing balm That dew’d the soul in endless calm ! For not alone did they efface The records memory loves to view, But blotted sorrow’s graven trace From her pale tablets too ; Wash’d out the woes of parted years, That made the eye a fount of tears ; Erased the heartstains of the past— Regrets that haunt the brightest bowers, Like oft-returning clouds, and cast A shade on summer hours ; Remorse that comes our sleep to blight, Begirt with gloom and ghostly night. But oh ! that Lethe’s blessed wave Ne’er but in Fancy’s realm abode ; In the far world beyond the grave Its waters never flow’d, To banish from that future sphere One little record written here.