by: Joseph Sheridan Le
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- NE wild
and simple bugle sound,
- Breathed o'er Killarney's magic shore,
- Awakes sweet floating echoes round
- When that which made them is no more.
- So slumber in the human breast
- Wild echoes that will sweetly thrill
- Through memory's vistas when the voice
- That waked them first for aye is still.
- Oh! memory, though thy records tell
- Full many a tale of grief and folly,
- Of mad excess, of hope decayed,
- Of dark and cheerless melancholy.
- Yet, memory, to me thou art
- The dearest of the gifts of mind,
- For all the joys that touch my heart
- Are joys that I have left behind.