. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^t*tX ask the hour—what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures?The golden moments lent us thus, Are not hi^ coin, but counting them oer could add to their blisses I d number each glorious second:But moments of joy are, like Lesbias kisses, Too quick and sweet to be fill the cup—what is it to us How Time his circle measures?The fairy hours we call up thus, Obey no wand but Pleasures. Young Joy neer thought of counting hoursTill Care, one summers morning. Set up, among his smiling dial, b

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^t*tX ask the hour—what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures?The golden moments lent us thus, Are not hi^ coin, but counting them oer could add to their blisses I d number each glorious second:But moments of joy are, like Lesbias kisses, Too quick and sweet to be fill the cup—what is it to us How Time his circle measures?The fairy hours we call up thus, Obey no wand but Pleasures. Young Joy neer thought of counting hoursTill Care, one summers morning. Set up, among his smiling dial, by way of warning.

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