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 39. Memory  MY home is now a thousand miles away; Yet in my thoughts its every image fair Rises as keen, as I still linger'd there, And, turning me, could all I loved survey. And so, upon Death's unaverted day, As I speed upwards, I shall on me bear, And in no breathless whirl, the things that were, And duties given, and ends I did obey. And, when at length I reach the Throne of Power, Ah! still unscared, I shall in fulness see The vision of my past innumerous deeds, My deep heart-courses, and their motive-seeds, So to gaze on till the red dooming hour. Lord, in that strait, the Judge! remember me!  Off Cape Trafalgar .  December 15, 1832.