In memory's ear in after-time
Shall live, to sometimes rouse a tear,
And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme.
For, when the transient charm is fled,
And when the little week is o'er,
To cheerless, friendless, solitude
When I return, as heretofore;
Long, long, within my aching heart
The grateful sense shall cherish'd be;
I'll think less meanly of myself,