Dramatic Scenes With Other Poems, Now First Printed. By Barry Cornwall [i.e. Bryan Waller Procter]. Illustrated |
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THE PHILOSOPHER'S SONG.
Tell me not that you forget
All our pleasant summer season,
When we had no dun or debt,
When we loved without a reason;
When the sky was sunny bright,
Music in the river flowing,
And the heart was ever light,
And the roses ever blowing.
All our pleasant summer season,
When we had no dun or debt,
When we loved without a reason;
When the sky was sunny bright,
Music in the river flowing,
And the heart was ever light,
And the roses ever blowing.
Why should chance, or others' will,
Beggar-rags, or regal ermine,
Ever shape our good or ill,
Or our happy days determine?
We have hope within us, here,
Deep within the true heart's centre.
Why should envy, why should fear,
Why should poor ambition enter?
Beggar-rags, or regal ermine,
Ever shape our good or ill,
Or our happy days determine?
We have hope within us, here,
Deep within the true heart's centre.
Why should envy, why should fear,
Why should poor ambition enter?
In his heart a man should reign,
King of all that stirs within it:
Idle pleasure, idler pain,
Should not have command a minute.
Drink, then, to the days of old;
Be it wine, or sober water:
Here's to thee, my friend of gold,
Thee, and—Ah! thy peerless daughter!
King of all that stirs within it:
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Should not have command a minute.
Drink, then, to the days of old;
Be it wine, or sober water:
Here's to thee, my friend of gold,
Thee, and—Ah! thy peerless daughter!
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