 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE HAPPIEST TIME IS NOW.
Talk not to me of future bliss!
Talk not to me of joys gone by!
For us, the happiest hour is this,
When love bids time to fly:
The future—doubt may overcast,
To shadow hope's young brow;
Oblivion's veil may shroud the past—
The happiest time is now!
Talk not to me of joys gone by!
For us, the happiest hour is this,
When love bids time to fly:
The future—doubt may overcast,
To shadow hope's young brow;
Oblivion's veil may shroud the past—
The happiest time is now!
Tho' flowers in spicy vases thrown
Some odour yet exhale,
Their fragrance, e'er the bloom was flown,
Breathed sweeter on the gale:
Like faded flowers, each parted bliss
Let memory keep—but how,
Can joy that's past be like to this?
The happiest time is now!
Some odour yet exhale,
Their fragrance, e'er the bloom was flown,
Breathed sweeter on the gale:
Like faded flowers, each parted bliss
Let memory keep—but how,
Can joy that's past be like to this?
The happiest time is now!
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Unmark'd our course before us lies
O'er time's eternal tide;
And soon the sparkling ripple dies
We raise, as on we glide;
Our barks the brightest bubbles fling
For ever from the prow:—
Then let us gaily sail and sing
“The happiest time is now!”
O'er time's eternal tide;
And soon the sparkling ripple dies
We raise, as on we glide;
Our barks the brightest bubbles fling
For ever from the prow:—
Then let us gaily sail and sing
“The happiest time is now!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |