A STRANGER'S MEMORIAL. I KNEW thee not! and unto thee Could be but known by name; Yet thy loved memory has, to me, However fragile be the wreath Thus to thy memory twined, Early, like thee, to fade in death! Yet, if it leave behind Sweetness like thine-it may not be Worthless to some who mourn for thee. 100 A STRANGER'S MEMORIAL. The flower, whose beauty charmed the eye, May fade before its noon; But while its odours yet supply Their unexhausted boon, Shall we regard as wholly dead, What can such lingering perfume shed? No! he whose cherished memory still In fondest hearts is shrined, There wakening many a tender thrill Of love-by death refined; Whose death but makes him loved the more; For thus to live, is life more pure Mortality can ne'er unbind What links immortal mind to mind! A STRANGER'S MEMORIAL. Hence they who miss and mourn thee most, With many a silent tear, Love thee too well to deem thee lost, While yet they feel thee near: And in their spirit's inner shrine Communion sweet can hold with thine! "Some natural tears" must often flow, To think how brief thy day; Yet much to soothe the mourner's woe May wipe those tears away: Oh! mourn not for the " early blest," Who soonest "from their labours rest!" Nor deem that all too soon his sun Because by him can ne'er be won Eld's honoured, hoary crown! For an eternity sublime, Grudge not the brief date given to time. 101 102 A STRANGER'S MEMORIAL. The age we honour-standeth not In long-protracted years; But in a life that knows no blot To sadden sorrow's tears: Wisdom is still grey hairs to man! STANZAS. Ir is not alone while we gaze on the flower, Nor while music's full harmony round us may float, In moments to come, faithful memory shall dwell. And thus when from friends we are fated to part, Should feelings and thoughts on our memory throng, Which should still keep their images stored in each heart, Like the odour of flowers, or the echo of song! |