by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

When he who adores thee
Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
When he who adores thee has left but the name
Of his fault and his sorrow behind,
Oh! say, wilt thou weep when they darken the fame
Of a life that for thee was resign'd? 
Yes, weep! and, however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For Heav'n can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too faithful to thee!

With thee were the dreams of my earliest love,
Ev'ry thought of my reason was thine;
In my last humble pray'r to the Spirit above,
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!

Oh! bless'd are the lovers and friends who shall live
The days of the glory to see;
But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give,
Is the pride of thus dying for thee!

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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-04
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