 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
WHEN GENTLE MUSIC.
When gentle music's sounding—
Such as this;
'Tis sweet when friends surrounding
Share our bliss:
But love them as we may,
We love them less when near,
Than when, through mem'ry's tear,
We view them—far away!
Such as this;
'Tis sweet when friends surrounding
Share our bliss:
But love them as we may,
We love them less when near,
Than when, through mem'ry's tear,
We view them—far away!
When over deserts burning,
Far we roam,
'Tis sweet, at last, returning
To our home:
Be't happy as it may,
That home no bliss bestows,
To fairy—bright, as those,
We fancied, when away.
Far we roam,
'Tis sweet, at last, returning
To our home:
Be't happy as it may,
That home no bliss bestows,
To fairy—bright, as those,
We fancied, when away.
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And when fond hearts are meeting,
Beating high;
How sweet the brilliant greeting
Of the eye:
But tho' so bright its ray,
To lovers far more dear
Is the sad, the secret tear
Shed for one—who's far away.
Beating high;
How sweet the brilliant greeting
Of the eye:
But tho' so bright its ray,
To lovers far more dear
Is the sad, the secret tear
Shed for one—who's far away.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |