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XXXIX

Memory

My home is now a thousand miles away;

Yet in my thoughts its every image fair

Rises as keen, as I still linger’d there,

And, turning me, could all I loved survey.

And so, upon Death’s unaverted day,

As I speed upwards, I shall on me bear,

And in no breathless whirl, the things that were,

And duties given, and ends I did obey.

And, when at length I reach the Throne of Power,

Ah! still unscared, I shall in fulness see

The vision of my past innumerous deeds,

My deep heart-courses, and their motive-seeds,

So to gaze on till the red dooming hour.

Lord, in that strait, the Judge! remember me!