She is a lady fair and wise, br Her heart her counsel keeps, br And well she knows of time that flies br And tide that onward sweeps; br But still she sits with restless eyes br Where Memory sleeps--- br Where Memory sleeps. br br Ye that have heard the whispering dead br In every wind that creeps, br Or felt the stir that strains the lead br Beneath the mounded heaps, br Tread softly, ah! more softly tread br Where Memory sleeps--- br Where Memory sleeps.