To Thomas Moore by Lord Byron
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!
Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.
Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink.
With that water, as this wine, The libation I would pour Should beāpeace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore!
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