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THE MEMORIAL PILLAR.

On the road-side between Penrith and Appleby, stands a small pillar, with this inscription:-"This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Ann, Countess Dowager of Pembroke, for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d April, 1616."-See Notes to the "Pleasures of Memory.”

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THE MEMORIAL PILLAR.

Hast thou, through Eden's wild-wood vales pursued
Each mountain-scene, magnificently rude,

Nor with attention's lifted eye, revered

That modest stone, by pious Pembroke rear'd,
Which still records, beyond the pencil's power,
The silent sorrows of a parting hour?

ROGERS.

MOTHER and child! whose blending tears

Have sanctified the place,

Where, to the love of many years,

Was given one last embrace;

Oh! ye have shrin'd a spell of power,
Deep in your record of that hour!

A spell to waken solemn thought,

A still, small under-tone,

That calls back days of childhood, fraught

With many a treasure gone;

And smites, perchance, the hidden source, Though long untroubled-of remorse.

For who, that gazes on the stone
Which marks your parting spot,
Who but a mother's love hath known,
The one love changing not?

Alas! and haply learn'd its worth

First with the sound of " Earth to earth?"

But thou, high-hearted daughter! thou,
O'er whose bright, honor'd head,
Blessings and tears of holiest flow,
Ev'n here were fondly shed,
Thou from the passion of thy grief,
In its full burst, couldst draw relief.

For oh! though painful be th' excess,

The might wherewith it swells, In nature's fount no bitterness

Of nature's mingling, dwells; And thou hadst not, by wrong or pride, Poison'd the free and healthful tide.

But didst thou meet the face no more,
Which thy young heart first knew ?
And all-was all in this world o'er,
With ties thus close and true?

It was!-On earth no other eye
Could give thee back thine infancy.

No other voice could pierce the maze
Where deep within thy breast,
The sounds and dreams of other days,
With memory lay at rest;

No other smile to thee could bring

A gladd'ning, like the breath of spring.

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