 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE TWO CASTLES.
There in a castle tall,
Roses entwine;
There, in the stately hall,
Flows the bright wine;
There mirth and magic lay
Pass the bright hours away,
Hope, lovely Hope, they say
These halls are thine!
Roses entwine;
There, in the stately hall,
Flows the bright wine;
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Pass the bright hours away,
Hope, lovely Hope, they say
These halls are thine!
There in a castle keep,
Lonely and gray,
Looking across the deep—
Far, far away;
There, in her lofty tow'r,
There, at the midnight hour,
Mem'ry, with darksome pow'r,
Watches, they say.
Lonely and gray,
Looking across the deep—
Far, far away;
There, in her lofty tow'r,
There, at the midnight hour,
Mem'ry, with darksome pow'r,
Watches, they say.
Would you these castles find?
Ask me the way?
Where is the rosy-twined—
Where is the gray?
Hope's—built by fairy hands,
Sank in the shifting sands;
On the rock, Mem'ry's stands—
Lasting for aye!
Ask me the way?
Where is the rosy-twined—
Where is the gray?
Hope's—built by fairy hands,
Sank in the shifting sands;
On the rock, Mem'ry's stands—
Lasting for aye!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |