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Thomas Moore - Desmond`s Song
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By the Feal`s wave benighted, 
   No star in the skies, 
To thy door by Love lighted, 
   I first saw those eyes. 
Some voice whisper`d o`er me, 
   As the threshold I cross`d, 
There was ruin before me, 
   If I loved, I was lost. 

Love came, and brought sorrow 
   Too soon in his train; 
Yet so sweet, that to-morrow 
   `Twere welcome again. 
Though misery`s full measure 
   My portion should be, 
I would drain it with pleasure, 
   If pour`d out by thee. 

You, who call it dishonour 
   To bow to this flame, 
If you`ve eyes, look but on her, 
   And blush while you blame. 
Hath the pearl less whiteness 
   Because of its birth? 
Hath the violet less brightness 
   For growing near earth? 

No — Man for his glory 
   To ancestry flies; 
But Woman`s bright story 
   Is told in her eyes. 
While the Monarch but traces 
   Through mortals his line, 
Beauty, born of the Graces, 
   Ranks next to Divine!
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