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Let me not die for ever when I’m laid

   In the cold earth! but let my memory

Live still among ye, like the evening shade,

   That o’er the sinking day steals placidly.

Let me not be forgotten! though the knell

   Has tolled for me its solemn lullaby;

Let me not be forgotten! though I dwell

   For ever now in death’s obscurity.

Yet oh! upon the emblazoned leaf of fame,

   Trace not a record, not a line for me,

But let the lips I loved oft breathe my name,

   And in your hearts enshrine my memory!