LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD.

By Thomas Moore

Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us —

Youth may wither, but feeling will last;

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us

Love's light summer-cloud only shall cast.

Oh, if to love thee more

Each hour I number o'er —

If this a passion be

Worthy of thee,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee,

Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal;

Beam, bright eyelid, no weeping shall stain thee,

Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.

Oh, if there be a charm,

In love, to banish harm —

If pleasure's truest spell

Be to love well,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee,

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last;

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee.

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.