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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Thomas Moore. (1779–1852) (continued)
 
5437
    You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
          Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour.
5438
    Thus, when the lamp that lighted
  The traveller at first goes out,
He feels awhile benighted,
  And looks around in fear and doubt.
But soon, the prospect clearing,
  By cloudless starlight on he treads,
And thinks no lamp so cheering
  As that light which Heaven sheds.
          I ’d mourn the Hopes.
5439
    No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
          Come o’er the Sea.
5440
    The light that lies
In woman’s eyes.
          The Time I ’ve lost in wooing.
5441
    My only books
Were woman’s looks,—
And folly ’s all they ’ve taught me.
          The Time I ’ve lost in wooing.
5442
    I know not, I ask not, if guilt ’s in that heart,
I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.
          Come, rest in this Bosom.
5443
    To live and die in scenes like this,
  With some we ’ve left behind us.
          As slow our Ship.
5444
    Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
          Remember Thee.
5445
    All that ’s bright must fade,—
  The brightest still the fleetest;
All that ’s sweet was made
  But to be lost when sweetest.
          All that ’s Bright must fade.