The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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Even then, e'er loth their hands could part,
A promise the youth gave, which bore
Some balm unto the maiden's heart,
That, soon as the fierce fight was o'er,
To home he'd speed, if safe and free—
Nay, ev'n if dying, still would come,
So the blest word of “Victory!”
Might be the last he'd breathe at home.
“By day,” he cried, “thou'lt know my bark;
“But, should I come through midnight dark,
“A blue light on the prow shall tell
“That Greece hath won, and all is well!”
A promise the youth gave, which bore
Some balm unto the maiden's heart,
That, soon as the fierce fight was o'er,
To home he'd speed, if safe and free—
Nay, ev'n if dying, still would come,
So the blest word of “Victory!”
Might be the last he'd breathe at home.
“By day,” he cried, “thou'lt know my bark;
“But, should I come through midnight dark,
“A blue light on the prow shall tell
“That Greece hath won, and all is well!”
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