| Show philosophy of tom moore think not my spirits are always as hshi anil as free from a pang as they seem to you now nor expect that the heart beaming smile 0 to night will return with to morrow to brighten my brow no ule Is a waste ol 01 wearisome hours which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns and the heart that Is soonest awake to the flowers Is aiwas the first to be touch d by tire thorns but send round the bowl and be happy awhile may we ever meet worse in our pil S image here than the tear that enjoyment may gild with 11 and the smile that compassion can turn to a tear the thread of our life would be dark heaven knows if it were not with friendship and love lr ter twined and I 1 care not how soon I 1 may sink to repose when these blessing shall cease to be dear to my mind but they who have loved the fondest the purest too often have wept er the dream they believed and the heart that has slumber d in p securest s happy indeed if never de but send round while a relic of truth id in man oran this braier shall be mine that thac sunshine of love may illumine oura auth 1 I wl and the moonlight console our decline thomas boort |