 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
'TIS SWEET TO REMEMBER.
Oh! 'tis sweet to remember how brightly
The days o'er us swiftly have flown,
When the hearts that we prize beat as lightly,
And fed upon hopes like our own;
When with grief we were scarcely acquainted,
While joy was our own bosom friend;
Oh! days—wing'd too swiftly with pleasure,
Ye are past—and our dream's at an end:
Yet 'tis sweet to remember!
The days o'er us swiftly have flown,
When the hearts that we prize beat as lightly,
And fed upon hopes like our own;
When with grief we were scarcely acquainted,
While joy was our own bosom friend;
Oh! days—wing'd too swiftly with pleasure,
Ye are past—and our dream's at an end:
Yet 'tis sweet to remember!
The walks, where we've roam'd without tiring,
The songs that together we've sung—
The jest, to whose merry inspiring
Our mingling of laughter hath rung—
Oh! trifles like these become precious,
Embalm'd in the mem'ry of years:
The smiles of the past—so remember'd—
How often they waken our tears!
Yet 'tis sweet to remember!
The songs that together we've sung—
The jest, to whose merry inspiring
Our mingling of laughter hath rung—
Oh! trifles like these become precious,
Embalm'd in the mem'ry of years:
The smiles of the past—so remember'd—
How often they waken our tears!
Yet 'tis sweet to remember!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |