I. SWEET thoughts, bright dreams, my comfort be All comfort else has flown: For every hope was false to me And here I am, alone What thoughts were mine in early youth! Like some old Irish song, Brimful of love, and life, and truth, My spirit gushed along. II. I hoped to right my native isle, I hoped a soldier's fame, I hoped to rest in woman's smile, And win a minstrel's name. Oh! little have I served my land, No laurels press my brow, I have no woman's heart or hand, Nor minstrel honours now. III. Out fancy has a magic power, It brings me wreath and crown, And woman's love, the self-same hour It smites oppression down. Sweet thoughts, bright dreams, my comfort be, I have no joy beside; Oh! throng around, and be to me Power, country, fame, and bride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ARTIST by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 5. OLIVER GOLDSMITH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY by ROBERT BURNS CHARADES: 2 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |