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 42 ODE TO MEMORY. That never more thy ray serene Could pierce?he veil of darkness through.' Dead to thy recent stamp, full oft Thy early records age retains, As wax, impressible when soft, When harden'd, no new image gains. Enchantress, oft, when Midnight pale Weaves round the world her deep'ning veil, When low winds stir among the trees, Like the far dash of breaking seas, And hushing rains descend around, With soft monotony of sound, Oft let thy gentle voice renew'd Steal on my thoughtful solitude: Oft, when rude blasts the year deform, Fill the deep pauses of the storm. Or, when the moon her watch shall keep, And calmly smile on nture's sleep, O soothe me with thy whisper'd talk, Companion of my lonely walk; �It is a fact, that a woman who had been comiemned to death, and was lrdened nt the moment when she was about to suffer, forgot every ci-umstanea subasquent to hr trial. ......... Google

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