DDE TO MEMORY. 39 But from thy pallet every tint she steals, ' And draws each gem from thy exhuustless mine. Pledge of th' immortal mind, o'er thee alone In vain does Sleep his opiate wings expand, And all the airy forms, believ'd his own, Troop at the summons of thy beck'ning hand. Ev'n wildest madness cannot all efface The objects on thy mirror once imprest, As ruffled waters yet retain the trace Of forms, which late adom'd their tranquil breast. Say, in what cells innumerous stor'd Thy endless treasures dost thou hoard ? And, while ni?w objects every sense Doth hourly to thy trust dispense, Say, by what neat arranging art, Preserve them each from each apart ? All that has slept for years unseen, Unthought of, as it ne'er had been, How can'st thou, with a touch, restore To life and lustre as bsfore ? O thou, most felt, least understood Of all the shadowy tribes of mind, � ......... ?Google
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