A boon, a talisman, O Memory! give,
To shrine my name in hearts where I would live
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!
PUBLISHED BY R. KIRBY: TO BE HAD OF MESSRS, SIMPKIN AND
MARSHALL, LONDON; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS.