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8 IRISH MELODIES, |
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OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
Oh ! think not my spirits are always as light,
And as free from a pang, as they seem to you now : Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night
Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours,
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. But send round the bowl and be happy awhile : —
May we never meet worse, in our pilgrimage here, Than the tear that enjoyment may gild with a smile,
And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear! |
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The thread_of our life_would b§ dark, JIe.axenJknows|
If it were_not_with friendship and love intertwin'd ; And I care not how soon I may sink to repose,
When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind. But they who have lov'd the fondest, the purest,
Too often have wept o'er the dream they believ'd; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest
Is happy indeed if't was never deceiv'd. But send round the bowl: while a relic of truth
Is in man or in woman, this prayer shall be mine, — That the sunshine of love may illumine our youth,
And the moonlight of friendship console our decline. |
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