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Thomas Moore - As Slow Our Ship
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As slow our ship her foamy track 
   Against the wind was cleaving, 
Her trembling pennant still look`d back 
   To that dear isle `twas leaving. 
So loath we part from all we love, 
   From all the links that bind us; 
So turn our hearts as on we rove, 
   To those we`ve left behind us. 

When, round the bowl, of vanish`d years 
   We talk, with joyous seeming, — 
With smiles that might as well be tears, 
   So faint, so sad their beaming; 
While memory brings us back again 
   Each early tie that twined us, 
Oh, sweet`s the cup that circles then 
   To those we`ve left behind us. 

And when, in other climes, we meet 
   Some isle, or vale enhanting, 
Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet, 
   And nought but love is wanting; 
We think how great had been our bliss, 
   If Heaven had but assign`d us 
To live and die in scenes like this, 
   With some we`ve left behind us! 

As travellers oft look back at eve, 
   When eastward darkly going, 
To gaze upon that light they leave 
   Still faint behind them glowing — 
So, when the close of pleasure`s day 
   To gloom hath near consign`d us, 
We turn to catch one fading ray 
   Of joy that`s left beind us.
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