Go Where Glory Waits Thee!
by Thomas Moore

Go where glory waits thee;
But, while fame elates thee,
O still remember me!
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,
O then remember me!
Other arms may press thee,
All the joys that bless thee
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
O then remember me!
When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
O then remember me!
Think when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,
O thus remember me!
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its lingering roses,
Once so loved by thee,
Think of her who wove then,
Her who made thee love them;
O then remember me!

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
O then remember me!
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
O still remember me!
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee-
The let memory bring thee;
Strains I used to sing thee;
O then remember me!