Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Memory
For works with similar titles, see Memory.
MEMORY.
Were I to blot from memory's shrine, The records of the past,And in oblivion's sacred fount, All recollection cast,—
Would purer happiness be mine, If I should thus essay,To cancel from my mental page, Each dark and sunny ray?
I'd like to cast all saddened thoughts, Like loathsome weeds away;And only all the sweets retain, To cheer each passing day.
But bitter so is joined with sweet, I never can them sever,And rather than part with one dear thought, I'll keep the sad forever.