REMEMBRANCE.


I recollect my happy home,
My pleasures as a child;
The forest where I used to roam,
The rocks so bleak and wild.
That home is tenantless; the spot
It graced is rude and bare;
The lov'd ones gone, our name forgot.
And desolation there.

_Forget Me Not_--1829.

In how many thousand hearts will this lament find an echo!

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The Gatherer


A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.

SHAKSPEARE.