Go where glory waits thee, <br />But while fame elates thee, <br />Oh! still remember me. <br />When the praise thou meetest <br />To thine ear is sweetest, <br />Oh! then remember me. <br />Other arms may press thee, <br />Dearer friends caress thee, <br />All the joys that bless thee, <br />Sweeter far may be; <br />But when friends are nearest, <br />And when joys are dearest, <br />Oh! then remember me! <br /> <br />When, at eve, thou rovest <br />By the star thou lovest, <br />Oh! then remember me. <br />Think, when home returning, <br />Bright we've seen it burning, <br />Oh! thus remember me. <br />Oft as summer closes, <br />When thine eye reposes <br />On its lingering roses, <br />Once so loved by thee, <br />Think of her who wove them, <br />Her who made thee love them, <br />Oh! then remember me. <br /> <br />When, around thee dying, <br />Autumn leaves are lying, <br />Oh! then remember me. <br />And, at night, when gazing <br />On the gay hearth blazing, <br />Oh! still remember me. <br />Then should music, stealing <br />All the soul of feeling, <br />To thy heart appealing, <br />Draw one tear from thee; <br />Then let memory bring thee <br />Strains I used to sing thee, -- <br />Oh! then remember me.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-where-glory-waits-thee/
