Save Me From the Grave and Wise |
William Smyth
Save me from the grave and wise, For vainly would I tax my spirit, Be the thing that I despise, And rival all their stupid merit. On! my careless laughing heart, O dearest Fancy let me find thee, Let me but from sorrow part, And leave this moping world behind me. Chorus: Speak ye wiser than the wise, Breathe aloud your welcome measure, Youthful Fancy well can prize The words that counsel love and pleasure. | 2. Is it merry look, or speech, Or bounding step that thus displeases? Go and graver movements teach To yon light goss'mer on the breezes: Go where breathes the opening spring, And chide the flowers for gaily blowing, Tell the linnet not to sing In jocund May, when noon is glowing. Chorus:
3. Hence with wisdom, dull and drear, |