No, not more welcome the fairy numbers.. When first I met thee, warm and young While History's Muse the memorial was keeping .... In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown 163 Forget not the field where they perish'd They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it Oh, for the swords of former time..... Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing At morn, beside yon summer sea .... There comes a time, a dreary time IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. AIR-Maid of the Valley. Go where glory waits thee; Oh! then remember me. Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, When, at eve, thou rovest Oh! then remember me. Think, when home returning, Bright we've seen it burning, Oh! then remember me. Oft, as summer closes, When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses, Once so loved by thee: Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them; Oh! then remember me. When, around thee, dying, Oh! then remember me: Oh! still remember me. |