IN THE DREAM OF THE MOMENT. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 179-180.

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IN THE DREAM OF THE MOMENT . IN the dream of the moment I call'd for the bowl , And fondly imagined each grief would depart ; But I found that a bumper can't reach the pure soul , Nor wine clear the sorrows that weigh down the heart . Though fancy may sparkle as shines the gay glass , And wit , like air-bubbles , keep rising the while , Or mirth and good humour shake hands as they pass , And fond Recollection come back with a smile ; Yet , right if I ween , for the joys that are past I see a soft tear stealing into her eye ; — We know , gentle maid , that such hours cannot last , Though held fast by friendship and brighten'd by joy . Ah ! well do I know , for , since reason's young dawn First held her light torch o'er this silver-grown head , I have mark'd the sweet floweret adorning the lawn , Fade under mine eye , and then mix with the dead . The light leaves of summer that fan us to-day , And shake their green heads as we frolic around , One breath of cold winter shall waft them away , And a new waving race the next season be found . Since thus it must be — since our summers must fade , And autumn and winter succeed in their turn , Let us make much of life , and enjoy her green shade , Nor long for lost pleasures continue to mourn .