Oft In The Stilly Night by Thomas Moore

Oft in the stilly night,
   Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
   Of other days around me;
         The smiles, the tears,
         Of boyhood’s years,
      The words of love then spoken;
         The eyes that shone,
         Now dimmed and gone,
      The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus in the stilly night,
   Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
   Of other days around me.

When I remember all
   The friends, so linked together,
I’ve seen around me fall,
   Like leaves in wintry weather;
         I feel like one
         Who treads alone
      Some banquet-hall deserted,
         Whose lights are fled,
         Whose garlands dead,
      And all but he departed!
Thus in the stilly night,
   Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me
Sad Memory brings the light
   Of other days around me.

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The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore

  The Last Rose of Summer

'Tis the last rose of summer,
   Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
   Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
   No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
   Or give sigh for sigh!

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
   To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
   Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
   Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
   Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
   When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
   The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered,
   And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
   This bleak world alone?

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