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IRISH MELODIES. |
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No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us — Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Mine thro' sunshine, storm, and snows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. |
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HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED.
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, |
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As clouds o'er the morning fleet ? Too fast have those young days faded,
That, even in sorrow, were sweet ? Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear ?— Then, child of misfortune, come hither,
I '11 weep with thee, tear for tear.
Has Love to that soul, so tender,
Been like our Lagenian mine, * Where sparkles of golden splendour
All over the surface shine ? But, if in pursuit we go deeper,
Allur'd by the gleam that shone, Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like Love, the bright ore is gone.
* Our Wicklow gold-mines, to which this verse alludes, deserve I fear, but too well the character here given of them. F 3 |
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