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MELODY À LA MOORE.
Oh! give me not unmeaning smiles,
Though cloud-like cares may fly before them;
But let me see the sweet blue isles
Of radiant eyes when tears wash o'er them.
Though small the fount where they begin,
They form 'tis thought in many a sonnet,
A flood to drown our sense of sin;
But ah! Love's ark still floats upon it.
Though cloud-like cares may fly before them;
But let me see the sweet blue isles
Of radiant eyes when tears wash o'er them.
Though small the fount where they begin,
They form 'tis thought in many a sonnet,
A flood to drown our sense of sin;
But ah! Love's ark still floats upon it.
Then give me tears—oh! hide not one;
The best affections are but flowers,
That faint beneath the fervid sun,
And languish once a day for showers.
Yet perils lurk in every gem—
For tears are worse than swords in slaughter;
And men are still subdued by them,
As humming-birds are shot with water!
The best affections are but flowers,
That faint beneath the fervid sun,
And languish once a day for showers.
Yet perils lurk in every gem—
For tears are worse than swords in slaughter;
And men are still subdued by them,
As humming-birds are shot with water!
1835.
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