Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

More from The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.

• A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. Human Life (1819)
• Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There ‘s such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
• Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay. To -----
• Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.