My Wish For All Ab'ers,For The New Year.

[NoseyNose]

Farewell! -- But Whenever You Welcome the Hour

Thomas Moore (28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852),Irish Poet.

Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
His griefs may return, not a hope may remain
Of the few that have brighten'd his pathway of pain,
But he ne'er will forget the short vision, that threw
Its enchantment around him, while lingering with you.

And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup,
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night;
Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles,
And return to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles --
Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice has murmur'd, "I wish he were here!"

Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy;
Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!
Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd --
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Gordon.

[bookbinder]

Many, many thanks, NoseyNose, for sending us that poem. I have, only now, read it out loud to my wife, and we both agree that you have chosen a lovely poem that came close to bringing tears to our eyes. Yes, there are still some sensitive people out there, despite the gloomy news reports that we read, and you, NoseyNose, are surely one of them. We wish you a happy New Year!

[Countrylover]

That's so lovely Gordon  thank you.

Best wishes for 2024.  

Lottie x

[Barsel]

That's a lovely poem, Gordon.

I hope you managed to cope with Christmas ok and I wish you all the best for a better New Year.

Don't forget that time is a great healer.

Barsel xx

 

 

[jourdain2]

A beautiful poem, Gordon, and one I didn't  know.

I hope it is 'Farewell' to the nothingness you suffered and so, conversely, 'Greetings' to the New Year.

We have learned to care about you.  x