COME, LET US BANISH SORROW .

WELSH MELODY — AIR, " THE MINSTRELSY OF CHIRK CASTLE"

I.

Come , let us banish sorrow,
Nor think about to-morrow!
This hour so bright,
May well requite
Our hearts for the past;
And as for future sadness,
Why should we mar our gladness,
With boding fears,
With sighs and tears,
Lest bliss should not last?
What though Fortune frown on us, or friends prove unkind,
We can never be poor, love, with wealth of the mind;
We can never be lonely — though all should depart,
Whilst we live in the pulse-peopled world of the heart.

II.

What can there be to grieve thee?
Thou know'st I'll ne'er deceive thee;
Am I not thine?
Then why repine?
Say, what wouldst thou more?
Can fate have power to harm thee?
Can life's dark ills alarm thee?
Am I not near
To shield thee, dear?
Say, what wouldst thou more?
Then a truce to all gloom, we'll be cheerful and gay,
Nor welcome the griefs that are yet on their way;
Let them come, at their leisure, we'll smile while we may,
And, in spite of to-morrow, be happy to-day!