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340 FOREST MELODIES.
Ah, those she dearly loved on earth, At eve shall gather round the hearth
Of her deserted home; But she, the eldest born, and brightest, Whose step among them moved the lightest,
Must slumber in the tomb.
Mem'ry takes me by the hand,
Leads me back through other years ;
In the shadowy past I stand,
Gazing on through hopes and fears.
I review the lights and shades, Joys and sorrows I have known;
Call to life again the dead, List in rapture to each tone.
Yes, I mingle with the blest,
Who have sought that silent shore,
Where the weary are at rest, And the wicked vex no more.
Early friends around me throng, Happy voices greet my earó
Mem'ry, unto thee belong Both to sadden and to cheer 1