In such dear solitudes, far, far away
From this world’s bustle. Then fond memory
Can take a long and undisturb’d survey
Of scenes long past, in beautiful array.
’Mid nature’s peaceful shades they will forget
The wayward follies of my life’s short day,
And only think of me with fond regret,
And link my name with many a pleasing epithet.
XVIII.
So may I be remembered, when my heart