Oh, Could We Do With This World of Ours
Oh, Could We Do With This World of Ours | |
Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 10
| Oh, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, What a heaven on earth we'd make it! So bright a dwelling should be our own, So warranted free from sigh or frown, That angels soon would be coming down, By the week or month to take it. | 2. Like those gay flies that wing through air, And in themselves a lustre bear, A stock of light, still ready there, Whenver they wish to use it; So in this world I'd make for thee, Our hearts should all like fire-flies be, And the flash of wit or poesy Break forth whenever we choose it. |
| 3. While every joy that glads our sphere Hath still some shadow hovering near, In this new world of ours, my dear, Such shadows will all be omitted; Unless they're like that graceful one, Which when thou'rt dancing in the sun, Still near thee, leaves a charm upon Each spot where it hath flitted! |