MEMORY
Life's untiring amanuensis, thou!
Of all that has been, is and e'er shall be;
Of all mankind has hoped for, had 'till now,
Thou hast a perfect record, Memory,—
Companion, thou, of God's Eternity!
Pain cannot swerve thy hand, nor Dreams confuse;
Nor hidden thought or plan thy pen can lose.
Gleaner of facts! cradling their naked forms
Where naught that helps may reach them,—naught that harms!
Thou writest on—however man ignores—
And each one for himself must needs peruse
Time's dying, dead, but never buried lores!
Of all that has been, is and e'er shall be;
Of all mankind has hoped for, had 'till now,
Thou hast a perfect record, Memory,—
Companion, thou, of God's Eternity!
Pain cannot swerve thy hand, nor Dreams confuse;
Nor hidden thought or plan thy pen can lose.
Gleaner of facts! cradling their naked forms
Where naught that helps may reach them,—naught that harms!
Thou writest on—however man ignores—
And each one for himself must needs peruse
Time's dying, dead, but never buried lores!
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