Taken from Poems of Felicia Hemans, 1872, page 360
STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF * * *
In the full tide of melody and mirth,
While joy's bright spirit beams from every eye,
Forget not him, whose soul, though fled from earth,
Seems yet to speak in strains that cannot die.
Forget him not, for many a festal hour,
Charm'd by those strains, for us has lightly flown:
And memory's visions, mingling with their power,
Wake the heart's thrill at each familiar tone.
Blest be the harmonist, whose well-known lays
Revive life's morning dreams, when youth is fled,
And, fraught with images of other days,
Recall the loved, the absent, and the dead.
His the dear art whose spells awhile renew
Hope's first illusions in their tenderest bloom—
Oh! what were life, unless such moments threw
Bright gleams, "like angel visits," o'er its gloom?
