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For ever would the fond enthusiast rove,
But is Her magic only felt below?
Each scene of bliss revealed, since chaos fled,
Each chain of wonders that sublimely glowed,
There thy bright train, immortal Friendship, soar;
Oft may the spirits of the dead descend
these gentle guests delight to dwell, And bless the scene they loved in life so well!
Oh thou! with whom my heart was wont to share From Reason's dawn each pleasure and each care; With whom, alas! I fondly hoped to know The humble walks of happiness below;
If thy blest nature now unites above
Hail, MEMORY, hail! in thy exhaustless mine