Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;I never loved a tree or flowerBut 't was the first to fade away.I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,To glad me with its soft black eye,
Thomas Moore
Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;I never loved a tree or flowerBut 't was the first to fade away.I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,To glad me with its soft black eye,