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Thomas Moore - Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light
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Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, 
   And as free from a pang as they seem to you now, 
Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night 
   Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. 
No: — life is a waste of wearisome hours, 
   Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; 
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, 
   Is always the first to be touch`d by the thorns. 
But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile — 
   May we never meet worse, in our pilgrimage here, 
Than the tear that enjoyment may gild with a smile, 
   And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear. 

The thread of our life would be dark, Heaven knows 
   If it were not with friendship and love intertwined; 
And I care not how soon I may sink to repose, 
   When these blessing shall cease to be dear to my mind. 
But they who have loved the fondest, the purest, 
   Too often have wept o`er the dream they believed; 
And the heart that has slumber`d in friendship securest 
   Is happy indeed if `twas never deceived. 
But send round the bowl; while a relic of truth 
   Is in man or in woman, this prayer shall be mine, — 
That the sunshine of love may illumine our youth, 
   And the moonlight of friendship console our decline.
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