ODE TO MEMORY. DiffuSing, mournful yet re?ign'd, Thy softer moouli?ht o�he mind. But never meet my blasted view, As shuddering Guilt thy picture drew, With gesture fierce, and madd'ning cry, Tossing thy baleful torch on high,* By who?e red ghring li?t reveul'd, Scowi'd many a crime, in vain conceul'd; While, with lean finger, dull De?palr, Dark-musing in his sullen lair, Sate pointing to the silent dead, And ever mutter'd, "Hope is fled And wilder Anguish po?r'd her soul In lengthen'd ?d?s without ?ontroul, Clasping her knees, where leans her head, Its long loose treesee forward spread. Ah, no*. if e'er thy palm I feel, But probe my heart, its wounds to heal. Teach me, with careful truth, to glean The moral of each vanish'd scene. If billows threat my bark to whelm, Let ?autious Prudence from the helm Still on thy chart employ her sight, To guide its dang'rous course aright.. �See some a?ting !inez in a note to tim Pleasures of Memory. ......... ?Google
�
