The following “Circular” was lately addressed to a few fair friends of the Author, as an invitation to join him in celebrating the Birth-day of the Poet Moore:—
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O come and hail the day
Which gave the Poet birth,
Whose song when grave or gay,
Whose Muse in tears or mirth,
Still wears a grace and breathes a tone
His song—his Muse can claim alone.
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Come, and one sparkling hour
Which not a care shall dim,
We, in my woodbine bower,
Will dedicate to him:
O come, and o’er the flowers and wine
Let the warm smiles of Beauty shine.
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And we will weave a chain
Of song, from those which he
Hath given in many a strain
Of matchless minstrelsy;
Till as our hearts and voices blend,
His spirit shall on ours descend,
And bind more closely friend to friend.
Canterbury, 1820. A. B.
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