DEDICATION.

TO THE

MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGAL.

Ir is now many years since, in a Letter prefixed to the Third Number of the Irish Melodies, I had the pleasure of inscribing the Poems of that work to your Ladyship, as to one whose character reflected honour on the country to which they relate, and whose friendship had long been the pride and happiness of their Author. With the same feelings of affection and respect, confirmed if not increased by the experience of every succeeding year, I now place those Poems in their present new form under your protection, and am,

With perfect sincerity,

Your Ladyship's ever attached friend,
THOMAS MOORE.

IRISH MELODIES.

GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.

Go where glory waits thee;
But, while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,

Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,

Oh! then remember me!

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,

Oh! thus remember me.

Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its ling'ring roses,

Once so lov'd by thee,

Think of her who wove them,

Her who made thee love them, Oh! then remember me.

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,

Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I us'd to sing thee,-

Oh! then remember me.