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The Wandering Bard
(an excerpt)
Thomas Moore
Public Domain 1807 Irish Melodies.
Oh, what would have been young Beauty’s doom,
Without a Bard to treasure her bloom,
They tell us that in the moon’s bright round
Things lost in this dark world are found;
So charms, on earth long past and gone,
In the poet’s lay live on.
Then, would ye have smiles that ne’er grow dim,
You’ve only to give them all to him
Who, with but a touch of Fancy’s wand,
Can lend them a life this life beyond,
And fix them aloft on Poesy’s sky,
Young stars that never die!…
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