Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827.pdf/14



Hast thou through Eden's wild-wood vales pursued Each mountain-scene magnificently rude, Nor, with attention's lifted eye, revered That modest stone which pious Pembroke rear'd, Which still records, beyond the pencil's power, The silent sorrows of a parting hour?"—Pleasures of Memory.

and Child! whose blending tears Have sanctified the place, Where to the love of many years Was given one last embrace; Oh! ye have set a spell of power Deep in your record of that hour!

A spell to waken solemn thought, A still, small under-tone, That calls back days of childhood, fraught With many a treasure gone; And smites, perchance, the hidden source, Though long untroubled, of remorse.

For who that gazes on the stone Which marks your parting spot, Who but a mother's love hath known, The one love changing not? Alas! and haply learn'd its worth, First with the sound of "Earth to earth?"