Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 36. It Is Not the Tear at This Moment Shed


IT is not the tear at this moment shed,
      When the cold turf has just been laid oer him,
That can tell how beloved was the friend thats fled,
      Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him.
Tis the tear, through many a long day wept,
      Tis lifes whole path oershaded;
Tis the one remembrance, fondly kept,
      When all lighter griefs have faded.

Thus his memory, like some holy light,
      Kept alive in our hearts, will improve them,
For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright,
      When we think how he lived but to love them.
And as fresher flowers the sod perfume
      Where buried saints are lying,
So our hearts shall borrow a sweetening bloom
      From the image he left there in dying!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68


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