XXXIII.—MY BIRTHDAY.THOMAS MOORE.
THOMAS MOORE.
1. “My birthday!”—what a different soundThat word had in my youthful ears!And how, each time the day comes round,Less and less white the mark appears!When first our scanty years are told,It seems like pastime to grow old;And, as youth counts the shining linksThat Time around him binds so fast,Pleased with the task, he little thinksHow hard that chain will press, at last.2. Vain was the man, and false as vain,Who said: “Were he ordained[265]to runHis long career[266]of life again,Hewould doall that hehad done.”Ah! ’tis not thus the voice that dwellsIn sober birthdays, speaks to me;Far otherwise—of time it tellsLavished[267]unwisely, carelessly,Of counsel mocked—of talents made,Haply,[268]for high and pure designs,But oft, like Israel’s incense, laidUpon unholy, earthly shrines,Of nursing many a wrong desire,Of wandering after Love too far,And taking every meteor fireThat crossed my path-way, for his star!3. All this it tells, and I could trace[269]The imperfect picture o’er again,With power to add, retouch,[270]efface[271]The lights and shades, the joy and pain,How little of the past would stay!How quickly all should melt away,All—but that freedom of the mind,Which hath been more than wealth to me;Those friendships in my boyhood twined,[272]And kept till now unchangingly.[273]And that dear home, that saving ark,Where love’s true light at last, I’ve found,Cheering within when all grows dark,And comfortless, and storm around.
1. “My birthday!”—what a different soundThat word had in my youthful ears!And how, each time the day comes round,Less and less white the mark appears!When first our scanty years are told,It seems like pastime to grow old;And, as youth counts the shining linksThat Time around him binds so fast,Pleased with the task, he little thinksHow hard that chain will press, at last.2. Vain was the man, and false as vain,Who said: “Were he ordained[265]to runHis long career[266]of life again,Hewould doall that hehad done.”Ah! ’tis not thus the voice that dwellsIn sober birthdays, speaks to me;Far otherwise—of time it tellsLavished[267]unwisely, carelessly,Of counsel mocked—of talents made,Haply,[268]for high and pure designs,But oft, like Israel’s incense, laidUpon unholy, earthly shrines,Of nursing many a wrong desire,Of wandering after Love too far,And taking every meteor fireThat crossed my path-way, for his star!3. All this it tells, and I could trace[269]The imperfect picture o’er again,With power to add, retouch,[270]efface[271]The lights and shades, the joy and pain,How little of the past would stay!How quickly all should melt away,All—but that freedom of the mind,Which hath been more than wealth to me;Those friendships in my boyhood twined,[272]And kept till now unchangingly.[273]And that dear home, that saving ark,Where love’s true light at last, I’ve found,Cheering within when all grows dark,And comfortless, and storm around.
1. “My birthday!”—what a different soundThat word had in my youthful ears!And how, each time the day comes round,Less and less white the mark appears!When first our scanty years are told,It seems like pastime to grow old;And, as youth counts the shining linksThat Time around him binds so fast,Pleased with the task, he little thinksHow hard that chain will press, at last.
1. “My birthday!”—what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears!
And how, each time the day comes round,
Less and less white the mark appears!
When first our scanty years are told,
It seems like pastime to grow old;
And, as youth counts the shining links
That Time around him binds so fast,
Pleased with the task, he little thinks
How hard that chain will press, at last.
2. Vain was the man, and false as vain,Who said: “Were he ordained[265]to runHis long career[266]of life again,Hewould doall that hehad done.”Ah! ’tis not thus the voice that dwellsIn sober birthdays, speaks to me;Far otherwise—of time it tellsLavished[267]unwisely, carelessly,Of counsel mocked—of talents made,Haply,[268]for high and pure designs,But oft, like Israel’s incense, laidUpon unholy, earthly shrines,Of nursing many a wrong desire,Of wandering after Love too far,And taking every meteor fireThat crossed my path-way, for his star!
2. Vain was the man, and false as vain,
Who said: “Were he ordained[265]to run
His long career[266]of life again,
Hewould doall that hehad done.”
Ah! ’tis not thus the voice that dwells
In sober birthdays, speaks to me;
Far otherwise—of time it tells
Lavished[267]unwisely, carelessly,
Of counsel mocked—of talents made,
Haply,[268]for high and pure designs,
But oft, like Israel’s incense, laid
Upon unholy, earthly shrines,
Of nursing many a wrong desire,
Of wandering after Love too far,
And taking every meteor fire
That crossed my path-way, for his star!
3. All this it tells, and I could trace[269]The imperfect picture o’er again,With power to add, retouch,[270]efface[271]The lights and shades, the joy and pain,How little of the past would stay!How quickly all should melt away,All—but that freedom of the mind,Which hath been more than wealth to me;Those friendships in my boyhood twined,[272]And kept till now unchangingly.[273]And that dear home, that saving ark,Where love’s true light at last, I’ve found,Cheering within when all grows dark,And comfortless, and storm around.
3. All this it tells, and I could trace[269]
The imperfect picture o’er again,
With power to add, retouch,[270]efface[271]
The lights and shades, the joy and pain,
How little of the past would stay!
How quickly all should melt away,
All—but that freedom of the mind,
Which hath been more than wealth to me;
Those friendships in my boyhood twined,[272]
And kept till now unchangingly.[273]
And that dear home, that saving ark,
Where love’s true light at last, I’ve found,
Cheering within when all grows dark,
And comfortless, and storm around.
[265]Or-dainˊ-ed, appointed.[266]Ca-reerˊ, race, course.[267]Lavˊ-ished, wasted.[268]Hapˊ-ly, perhaps, perchance.[269]Trace, delineate, draw.[270]Re-touchˊ, improve by new touches.[271]Ef-faceˊ, erase, blot out.[272]Twinˊ-ed, closely united.[273]Un-changˊ-ing-ly, unvaryingly.
[265]Or-dainˊ-ed, appointed.
[265]Or-dainˊ-ed, appointed.
[266]Ca-reerˊ, race, course.
[266]Ca-reerˊ, race, course.
[267]Lavˊ-ished, wasted.
[267]Lavˊ-ished, wasted.
[268]Hapˊ-ly, perhaps, perchance.
[268]Hapˊ-ly, perhaps, perchance.
[269]Trace, delineate, draw.
[269]Trace, delineate, draw.
[270]Re-touchˊ, improve by new touches.
[270]Re-touchˊ, improve by new touches.
[271]Ef-faceˊ, erase, blot out.
[271]Ef-faceˊ, erase, blot out.
[272]Twinˊ-ed, closely united.
[272]Twinˊ-ed, closely united.
[273]Un-changˊ-ing-ly, unvaryingly.
[273]Un-changˊ-ing-ly, unvaryingly.