Remember Thee? Yes, While There'S Life In This Heart, It Shall Never Forget Thee, All Lorn As Thou Art; More Dear In Thy Sorrow, Thy Gloom, And Thy Showers, Than The Rest Of The World In Their Sunniest Hours. Wert Thou All That I Wish Thee, Great, Glorious, And Free, First Flower Of The Earth, And First Gem Of The Sea, I Might Hail Thee With Prouder, With Happier Brow, But Oh! Could I Love Thee More Deeply Than Now? No, Thy Chains As They Rankle, Thy Blood As It Runs, But Make Thee More Painfully Dear To Thy Sons-- Whose Hearts, Like The Young Of The Desert-Bird'S Nest, Drink Love In Each Life-Drop That Flows From Thy Breast.