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Resistless they awaken pensive thought, 

 And are with long-forgotten pleasures fraught : 

 In lonely musing then the heart is blest, 

 And faded joys in brilliant hues are drest. 



Again the blossoms of the Spring appear, 

 Though age, like winter, has despoil'd the year: 

 Again the sunny haunts of youth we roam. 

 Though ling' ring near the grave, our final home : 

 Again with fervent joy our bosoms glow, 

 Or throb with hope, or pine in cheerless woe : 

 Again Ambition's glorious prospects dawn, 

 And we exult in life's propitious morn ; 

 Retrace the paths of danger and of fame, 

 Enkindling emulation's dying flame ; 

 Or pausing oft, amid his bright career, 

 We find remember'd grief still claims a tear. 

 Perhaps o'er Love's sepultur'd joys we mourn. 

 Or from our heart some cherish'd bliss is torn ; 

 Perhaps some friend, who shar'd our early toils, 

 And blended counsel with benignant smiles,. 

 Whose dear regard and ardent love of truth, 

 Directed and sustained our erring youth, 

 Has left us long for his eternal rest 

 No more reposing on our aching breast. 



Oh ! relative beloved ! thou wilt not deem 

 These, wayward follies, and an idle dream. 

 Oft through the twilight paths of other days 

 Thy memory wanders, and thy fancy strays ; 

 E en there thou lov'st to pause, and linger last, 

 And fondly think o'er joys and sorrows past. 

 What mingled forms, what varied scenes appear, 

 To greet remembrance, and to claim a tear ! 

 An ocean's vast expanse, and foreign shores, 

 Again thy retrospective glance explores : 



