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ODE TO MEMORY.

i.

Thou who stealest fire,

From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present; oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.

ii.

Come not as thou camest of late,

Flinging the gloom of yesternight
On the white day; but robed in soften'd light
Of orient state.