Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 6
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,|
A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on;
I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining,
The bark was still there, but the waters were gone.
2. And such is the fate of our life's early promise,
3. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning
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