SOUVENIR OF OXFORD LIKE echoes oft repeated through a chain That fain I would persuade myself once more Now I glide Most softly o'er the rippling waters bright Of lovely Isis; where the willows bend With graceful mien from rich and verdant banks, And seem to watch their own reflection fair In drooping modesty. And blue forget-me-nots Shy peeping from their em'rald beds, now set My heart aglow. Imagination fondly takes me next Beneath the cool deep shade of noble trees, Which clothed in beauteous dress of green stand forth All radiant in their freshness, new and bright; And now the soul in tend'rest rapture turns For mem'ry quick recalls how genius trod Again the scene is changed. I see uprise, Me straight with rev'rence deep; I bow me down In meek humility; my soul is stirred Thou city of religion, then, farewell! |