Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 9
And doth not a meeting like this make amends|
For all the long years I've been wandering away
To see thus around me my youth's early friends,
As smiling and kind as in that happy day?
Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine,
The snow - fall of time may be stealing - what then?
Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine,
We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses again.
2. What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart,
3. And thus, as in memory's bark we shall glide,
4. So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most,
5. But, come, the more rare such delights to the heart,
** The same thought has been happily expressed by my friend, Mr. Washington Irving, in his Braceridge Hall, vol. i., p. 213. The sincere pleasure which I feel in calling this gentleman my friend is much enhanced by the reflection, that he is too good an American to have admitted me so readily to such a distinction, if he had not known that my feelings towards the great and free country that gave him birth have been long such as every real lover of liberty and happiness of the human race must entertain.
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