To the Hon^Ble^ M^Rs^ George Lamb

The sacred song that on mine ear
Yet 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 _tone_
To her and thee alike is given;
It seemed as if for me alone
That _both_ had been recalled from Heaven!

And though I never can redeem
The vision thus endeared to me;
I scarcely can regret my dream,
When realised again by thee.