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In Life's Young Morning


In Life's Young Morning
To My Wife
air - "the woods in bloom"
by

Robert Dwyer Joyce



In life's young morning I quaffed the wine



From Love's bright bowl as it sparkling came,



And it warms me ever, that draught divine,



When I think of thee, dearest, or name thy name



. The night may fall, and the winds may blow



From palace gardens or place of tombs,



Yet I dream of our Love-time long ago



Beneath the yellow laburnum blooms.



Gay was the garden, bright shone the bower,



Like a golden tent 'neath the summer skies,



The sunbeams glittered on leaf and flower,



And light of heaven seemed in your eyes;



The night may fall, and the winds may blow,



But gladness ever my heart assumes



>From that wine of love quaffed long ago



Beneath the yellow labrnum blooms.



O'er vale and forest dark falls the night,



Yet my heart goes back to the sun and shine



When you stood in the glory of girlhood bright



Neath the golden blossoms, your hand in mine;



The night may fall, the winds may blow,



And the greenwoods wither 'neath winter glooms;



Yet it lives forever, that long ago,



Beneath the yellow laburnum blooms.



Through the misty night to the eye and ear



Come the glitter of flowers and the songs of birds, -



Come thy looks of fondness to me so dear,



And thy witching smiles and thy loving words;



The night may fall and the winds may blow,



But that hour forever my soul illumes,



- Our golden Love-time long ago,



Beneath the yellow laburnum blooms.