...cannot destroy, And which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, To bring back the features that joy us'd to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! L.ike the vase, in which roses have ouce been .distill'd— You may break, you may ruin the...

...wish he were here !" III. Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy us'd to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! Like the vase, in which roses...

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...wish he were here !" m. Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! Like the vase, in which roses...

...wish he were here ! " m. Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories HUM ! Like the vase, in which roses...

...murmur'd " I wish he were here!" Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past which she cannot destroy — Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy us'd to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! Like the vase, in which roses...

...can. not destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, To bring back the features that joy us«d to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories Ш I'd, Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd ! Vou may break, you may ruin, the vase,...

...' I wish he were here !' Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features, that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled, Like the vase in which roses...

...wish he were here ! • Let Fate do her worst, there are relies of joy, Bright dreams of the pr.ist, which she cannot destroy; Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, Vnd bring hack the features that joy used to wear. Long, long he my he.irt with such memories iillM!...

...speaking on these matters he, perhaps, could not better conclude than by quoting the words of Moore : "Long, long be my heart with such memories filled, Like the vase in which roses have long been distilled. You may break, you may ruin, the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses...