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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Lines, Written In The Memory Of Elizabeth Smith
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OH, thou! whose pure, exalted mind
	Lives in this record, fair and bright;
	Oh, thou! whose blameless life combin`d
	Soft female charms and grace refin`d
	With science and with light!
	Celestial maid! whose spirit soar`d
	Beyond this vale of tears;
	Whose clear, enlighten`d eye explor`d
	The lore of years!

	Daughter of heav`n! if here, e`en here, 
	The wing of tow`ring thought was thine;
	If, on this dim and mundane sphere, 
	Fair truth illum`d thy bright career,
	With morning-star divine;
	
	How must thy blest, ethereal soul,
	Now kindle in her noon-tide ray; 
	And hail, unfetter`d by control,
	The fount of day!

	E`en now, perhaps, thy seraph-eyes, 
	Undimm`d by doubt, nor veil`d by fear,
	Behold a chain of wonders rise;
	Gaze on the noon-beam of the skies,
	Transcendent, pure and clear!
	E`en now the fair, the good, the true, 
	From mortal sight conceal`d,
	Bless in one blaze thy raptur`d view,
	In light reveal`d!

	If here, the lore of distant time, 
	And learning`s flow`rs were all thine own;
	How must thy mind ascend, sublime,
	Matur`d in heav`n`s empyreal clime,
	To light`s unclouded throne!
	
	Perhaps, e`en now, thy kindling glance, 
	Each orb of living fire explores;
	Darts o`er creation`s wide expanse,
	Admires—adores!

	Oh! if that lightning-eye surveys
	This dark and sublunary plain;
	How must the wreath of human praise,
	Fade, wither, vanish, in thy gaze,
	So dim, so pale, so vain!

	How, like a faint and shadowy dream,
	Must quiver learning`s brightest ray;
	While on thine eyes, with lucid stream,
	The sun of glory pours his beam,
	Perfection`s day!
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