Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Neglected record of a mind neglected lyrics

Neglected record of a mind neglected, Unto what "lets and stops" art thou subjected! The day with all its toils and occupations, The night with its reflections and sensations, The future, and the present, and the past,— All I remember, feel, and hope at last, All shapes of joy and sorrow, as they pa**,— Find but a dusty image in this gla**.