When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Thomas Moore (1853). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Etc. [With a Portrait.]”, p.52
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.