Thomas Moore - Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As LightThomas 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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