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.