Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid!
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
...

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
Like fairy gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And...

Poet: Thomas Moore

From “Irish Melodies”
O THE DAYS are gone when beauty bright
        My heart’s chain wove!
When my dream of life, from morn till night,
        Was love, still love!
        New hope may bloom,
        And days may come,
  Of milder, calmer...

Poet: Thomas Moore

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
  Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
  Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
  Let thy loveliness fade as it...

Poet: Thomas Moore

Summoned from His Bride by the “Fiery Cross of Roderick Dhu”
From “The Lady of the Lake”

THE HEATH this night must be my bed,
The bracken curtain for my head,
My lullaby the warder’s tread,
  Far, far from love and thee, Mary;
To-morrow eve, more...