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A Place in Thy Memory, Dearest

A PLACE in thy memory, dearest,

Is all that I claim:

To pause and look back when thou hearest

The sound of my name.

Another may woo thee, nearer,

Another may win and wear;

I care not though he be dearer,

If I am remembered there.

Remember me—not as a lover

Whose hope was crossed,

Whose bosom can never recover

The light it hath lost:

As the young bride remembers the mother

She loves, though she never may see,

As a sister remembers a brother,

O dearest! remember me.

Could I be thy true lover, dearest,

Couldst thou smile on me,

I would be the fondest and nearest

That ever loved thee!

But a cloud on my pathway is glooming

That never must burst upon thine;

And Heaven, that made thee all blooming,

Ne’er made thee to wither on mine.

Remember me, then! oh remember

My calm, light love;

Though bleak as the blasts of November

My life may prove,

That life will, though lonely, be sweet,

If its brightest enjoyment should be

A smile and kind word when we meet,

And a place in thy memory.