And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
It suggests secrecy is the best way to preserve memory.
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.
The harp that once through Tara's Hall The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's wall As if that soul were fled.
Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me!
Everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated-everlasting farewells!
The child is not mine as the first was, I cannot sing it to rest, I cannot lift it up fatherly And bliss it upon my breast; Yet it lies in my little one's crad…
Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are. I hope so