. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 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 touchd by the send round the bowl, and be liappy 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 intertwind;And I care not how soon I may sink to repose, When t
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 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 touchd by the send round the bowl, and be liappy 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 intertwind;And I care not how soon I may sink to repose, When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my they who have lovd the fondest, the purest, Too often have wept oer the dream they believd;And the heart that has slumberd in friendship securest. Is happy indeed if twas never 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 moonhght of friendship console our decline. cS/
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