74 MEMORIAL TRIBUTE 



But that the name which hallows this rude song 



Has been to me a blessing and a light 

 To guide me on my weary way along, 

 And lead to shady groves, their flowers to rest among. 



XIII 



A shipwreck'd mariner upon the sea 



Of thought, scarce 'scap'd from the o'erwhelming 

 wave. 

 That roU'd its mighty mass in frantic glee 



Along perdition's gulf — scarce 'scap'd this grave, 



I found me dash'd, and none at hand to save. 

 On Doubt's dark slippery rocks : he saw my state. 



And brought relief ; and though I might not brave. 

 As I had done, the wrathful scowl of Fate, 

 He cheer d my soul, and rais'd my drooping head elate. 



XIV 



Friend to the friendless, he was all to me 



That my fond heart could wish ; and though no 

 more 

 His friendly smile may wake my bosom's glee, 

 Yet shall his inemory live within its core, 

 Unchang'd, 'mid feeling's change, the love I 

 bore : — 

 For what is death, that it should rase the name 



Which fond affection teaches to adore ? 

 'Tis but the change of being, and the same 

 Kind feeling which we bore still urges its strong claim. 



