Verses written in an Album

by Thomas Moore

Here is one leaf reserved for me, From all thy sweet memorials free; And here my simple song might tell The feelings thou must guess so well. But could I thus, within thy mind, One little vacant corner find, Where no impression yet is seen, Where no memorial yet has been, O, it should be my sweetest care To write my name forever there!

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