<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, <br>And as free from a pang as they seem to you now, <br>Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night <br>Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. <br>No: -- life is a waste of wearisome hours, <br>Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; <br>And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, <br>Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. <br>But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile -- <br>May we never meet worse, in our pilgrimage here, <br>Than the tear that enjoyment may gild with a smile, <br>And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thread of our life would be dark, Heaven knows <br>If it were not with friendship and love intertwined; <br>And I care not how soon I may sink to repose, <br>When these blessing shall cease to be dear to my mind. <br>But they who have loved the fondest, the purest, <br>Too often have wept o'er the dream they believed; <br>And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest <br>Is happy indeed if 'twas never deceived. <br>But send round the bowl; while a relic of truth <br>Is in man or in woman, this prayer shall be mine, -- <br>That the sunshine of love may illumine our youth, <br>And the moonlight of friendship console our decline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529997" data-title="Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light de Thomas Moore" data-description="Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now, Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my brow. No: -- life is a waste of wearisome hours, Whic..."></div> </div> </div>

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