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When the first star, with cresset bright, Gleams lonely o'er the arch of night, When through the fleecy clouds that dance The moon sends forth her timid glance, Then gazing on that pure expanse, Remember me.

When mournful sighs the hollow wind And pensive thought enwraps thy mind, If e'er thy heart in sorrow's tone To musing melancholy prone, Should sigh, because it feels alone, Remember me.

When stealing to thy secret bower Devotion claims her holy hour,— When bowing o'er that sacred page Whose spirit curbs affliction's rage, Controls our youth,—sustains our age, Remember me.

Oh! yet indulge the ardent claim While Friendship's heart the wish can frame: For brief and transient is my lay, And mingling soon with kindred clay This silent lip, no more shall say Remember me.

And when in deep oblivion's shade This breathless, mouldering form is laid, If near that bed thy step should rove, With one short prayer, by feeling wove One glance of faith one tear of love Remember me.