Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 6
Has sorrow thy young days shaded,|
As clouds o'er the morning fleet?
Too fast have those young days faded
That, even in sorrow, were sweet?
Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear?
Then, child of misfortune, come hither,
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear.
2. Has love to that soul, so tender,
3. Has Hope, like the bird in the story,**|
That flitted from tree to tree
With the talisman's glittering glory
Has Hope been that bird to thee?
On branch after branch alighting,
The gem did she still display,
And, when nearest, and most inviting,
Then waft the fair gem away?
4. If thus the young hours have fleeted,
* Our Wicklow Gold Mines, to which this verse alludes, deserve, I fear, but too well the character given of them.
** "The bird, having got its prize, settled not far off, with the talisman in his mouth. The prince drew near it, hoping it would drop it; but, as he approached, the bird took wing, and settled again," etc. - Arabian Nights.
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