Poem TranscriptionFarewell but whenever you welcome the hour.
Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
His griefs may return – not a hope may remain
Of the few that have brighten’d his pathway of pain –
But he ne’er will forget the short vision that threw
Its enchantment around him while ling’ring with you!
And still on that evening when pleasure fills up
To the highest top. sparkle each heart and each cup
Where e’er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright
My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night –
Shall join in your revels, your sports and your wiles,
And return to me beaming all o’er with your smiles;
Too blest if it tells me, that ‘mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice had murmur’d “I wish he were here”!
Let fate do her worst there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past wh. she cannot destroy!
Which come in the night time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear
Long, long be my heart with such memories fill’d!
Like the vase in which roses have onced been distill’d
You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.”
Thomas Moore.
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