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The Song Booh                          307
What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart,
In gazing on those we've been lost to so long!
The sorrows, the joys, of which once they were part,
Still round them, like visions of yesterday, throng.
As letters some hand hath invisibly traced,
When held to the flame will steal out on the sight;
So, many a feeling that long seem'd effaced,
The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light.
And thus, as in memory's bark, we shall glide, To visit the scenes of our boyhood anew, Though oft we may see, looking down on the tide, The wreck of full many a hope shining through— Yet still, as in fancy we point to the flowers, That once made a garden of all the gay shore, DeceivM for a moment, we'll think them still ours, And breathe the fresh air of Life's morning once more.
So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most, Is all we can have of the few we hold dear; And oft even joy is unheeded and lost, For want of some heart, that could echo it, near. Ah, well may we hope, when this short life is gone, To meet in some world of more pemanent bliss, For a smile or a grasp of the hand, hast'ning on, Is all we enjoy of each other in this.
But, come—the more rare such delights to the heart, The more we should welcome, and bless them the more— They're ours, when we meet—they are lost, when we part, Like birds that bring summer, and fly when 'tis o'er. Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink, Let Sympathy pledge us, through pleasure, through pain, That fast as a feeling but touches one link, Her magic shall send it direct through the chain.
Words by Moore. x 2
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