To the Hon^Ble^ M^Rs^ George Lamb
The sacred song that on mine earYet vibrates from that voice of thine,I heard, before, from one so dear--'T is strange it still appears divine.
But, oh! so sweet that look and toneTo her and thee alike is given;It seemed as if for me aloneThat both had been recalled from Heaven!
And though I never can redeemThe vision thus endeared to me;I scarcely can regret my dream,When realised again by thee.
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