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IRISH MELODIES. |
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Haply, when from those eyes
Far, far away I roam, Should calmer thoughts arise
Tow'rds you and home; Fancy may trace some line
Worthy those eyes to meet. Thoughts that not burn, but shine.
Pure, calm, and sweet.
And as, o'er ocean far,
Seamen their records keep, Led by some hidden star
Through the cold deep ; So may the words I write
Tell thro' what storms I stray •—« You still the unseen light
Guiding my way. |
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THE LEGACY.
"When in death I shall calm recline,
O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it liv'd upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here. Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow,
To sully a heart so brilliant and light; But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
To bathe the relic from morn till night. |
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