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THE BENEFACTRESS.
Who asks if I remember thee? or speak thy treasur'd name? Doth the frail rush forget the stream from whence its greenness came? Doth the wild, lonely flower that sprang within some rocky dell Forget the first, awakening smile that on its bosom fell?
Did Israel's exil'd sons, when far from Zion's hill away,Forget the high and holy house, where first they learn'd to pray? Forget around their Temple's wreck to roam in mute despair, And o'er its hallow'd ashes pour a grief that none might share?
Remember thee? Remember thee?—though many a year hath fled Since o'er thy pillow cold and low, the uprooted turf was spread,