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Show VERSES BY TOM MOORE l FOUND AMID OLD PAPERS IT. J.-H. Petry of Trinity - College school, Port Hope, has sent to the To- ronto Globe a copy of some verses by i Thomas Moore hitherto unpublished. "I found them," he says, "some little ' time ago among the papers of my uncle, the late Wentworth G. Petry of Quebec, together with a memorandum to the effect ef-fect that had been copied from him in , 1S70 by Major Johnston, to whom they j had been given by Moore. Major Johnston Johns-ton was a British officer' who lived for some time in Quebec, and who. after he left the army, was appointed stipendiary stipen-diary magistrate in that city. He was a nephew of Lord ralmerston." When Time, who steals our years away. The memory of the past will stay . And half our -joys renew. I Then. Chloe. when thy beauty's flower Shall feel the wintry air, Remembrance shall recall the hour When thou alone wert. fair. Then talk no more of future gloom, Our joys shall always last: For hope shall brighten days to come, v And memory gild the past. Come, Chloe. till the genial bowl; I drink to love and thee! Thou never canst decay in soul, Thou'lt still be young to me. And as my lips the dear drops chase Which oh your cheeks they find. So hope shall steal away the trace Which sorrow leaves behind. Then fill the bowl, away with gloom ; Our joys shall always last: For hope shall brighten days to come, Whilst memory gilds the past. But mark at thought of future years, When love shall lose its soul; My Chloe 'drops her timid tears, They mingle with my bowl. How like this bowl of wine, my fair. Our loving life shall fleet. Tho' tears may sometimes mingle there, The draught shall still be swept. Then till the bowl, away with gloom; Our joys shall always last; For hope will brighten days to come, Whilst memory gilds the past. |