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 roll'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 memory 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. 



