FORGET thee! how could I? each morn would remind me,
     Of days, which thy presence has hallowed and blest,
And each night, in its visions and dreams, would restore thee,
     All pureness and beauty, mine angel of rest.

Forget thee! why should I? since with thee, is blended,
     Each scene of delight, that my fancy e'er drew,
And the hopes, that on thee, and thy love, have attended,
     Were those of my life, I most wished to find true.

No, trust me, that fervent and fond recollection,
     Those hopes, even fonder, can never depart,
Till the holiest fount of my earthly affection
     Shall ebb, with the warm tide of life, from my heart.

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