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"Drink To Her"

"Drink To Her"
by

Thomas Moore



Drink to her who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh;
The girl who gave to song
What gold could never buy.
Oh! woman's heart was made
For minstrel hands alone!
By other fingers play'd,
It yields not half the tone.
Then here's to her who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
The girl who gave to song
What gold could never buy!
At beauty's door of glass
When wealth and wit once stood,
They ask'd her, "which might pass?"
 
She answer'd, "He who could."

With golden key wealth though
 
To pass - but 'twould not do;

While wit a diamond brought
 
Which cut his bright way through!
 
Then here's to her who long
 
Hath waked the poet's sigh
 
The girl who gave to song
 
What gold could never buy!
 
The love that seeks a home
 
Where wealth and grandeur shines,
 
Is like the gloomy gnome
That dwells in dark gold mines

 But oh! the poet's love
 
Can boast a brighter sphere;
 
Its native home's above,

though woman keeps it here!
 
Then drink to her who long
 
Hath waked the poet's sigh,