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Gives back the precious hopes that blossom'd there, 



And more than bless'd a stripling's fervent prayer; 



Gives back the solemn groves and fav'rite flowers, 



The brahmins' lonely walks, and sacred bowers; 



Gives back the Friend, who shar'd each lov'd retreat, 



And render'd every passing moment sweet ; 



And Oh ! restores the agony of soul ■ 



(His pleading voice can never more control) 



When he in manhood's noble vigour died. 



And thou bereav'd in solemn anguish sigh'd : 



But yet he lives within thy " heart of hearts," 



And consolation's heavenly balm imparts ; 



Sustains the hallow'd hope within thy breast, 



That thou shalt share his beatific rest. 



Remember' d blessings 'mid this gather' d gloom, 



A renovated lustre now assume. 



Preserv'd from perils, and from conflicts past, 



Protected wheresoe'er thy lot was cast, 



And to thy country and its joys restored, 



To live belov'd. and ah ! to die deplor'd ! 



When all thy dear associates are no more. 



Who left their kindred and their native shore 



With expectation ardent as thine own, 



Nor thought to leave thee in thy path alone. 



Illumin'd thus by Memory's brightest rays, 

 Thou meet'st the faded flowers of other days, 

 And, looking upward to their azure skies, 

 Adores the Source from whence these blessings rise ! Marianne. 



These affectionate lines, sent to me as the sheets were going to 

 press, have indeed awakened the feelings they express, in my 

 bosom — they have done more, they have induced me, even in this 

 late stage of the work, to make a further selection, from an arrange- 



