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IRISH MELODIES. |
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Then wreath the bowl With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us; We'll take a flight Tow'rds heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us. |
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WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,
So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever rise,
To dim a heav'n so purely bright — I sigh to think how soon that brow
In grief may lose its every ray, And that light heart, so joyous now,
Almost forget it once was gay.
For time will come with all its blights,
The ruin'd hope, the friend unkind, And love, that leaves, where'er it lights,
A chill'd or burning heart behind: — While youth, that now like snow appears,
Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain, When once 't is touch'd by sorrow's tears
Will never shine so bright again. |
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