by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

To the Fire‑Fly
Language: English 
At morning, when the earth and sky
Are glowing with the light of spring,
We see thee not, thou humble fly!
Nor think upon thy gleaming wing.

But when the skies have lost their hue,
And sunny lights no longer play,
Oh then we see and bless thee too
For sparkling o'er the dreary way.

Thus let me hope, when lost to me
The lights that now my life illume,
Some milder joys may come, like thee,
To cheer, if not to warm, the gloom!

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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Wilhelm Hill.

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