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TO  THOMAS  MOORE

By
Lord Byron
July 10, 1817



&/\&/\&

My boat is on the shore,

And my bark is on the sea;

But, before I go, Tom Moore.

Here's a double health to thee !
 

Here's a sigh to those who love me,

And a smile to those who hate:

And, whatever sky's above me,

Here's a heart for every fate.
 

Though the ocean roar around me,

Yet it still shall bear me on;

Though a desert should surround me,

It hath springs that may be won.
 

Were 't the last drop in the well,

As I gasp'd upon the brink,

Ere my fainting spirit fell,

'Tis to thee that I would drink.
 

With that water, as this wine,

The libation I would pour

Should be --- peace with thine and mine,

And a health to thee, Tom Moore.
 

&/\&/\&


 
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