"I'd Mourn The Hopes"
by Thomas Moore
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,
If thy smiles had left me too;
I'd weep, when friends deceive me,
If thou wert, like them, untrue.
But while I've thee before me,
With heart so warm and eyes so bright,
No clouds can linger o'er me,
That smile turns them all to light!
'Tis not in fate to harm me.
While fate leaves thy love to me;
'Tis not in joy to charm m…
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