Long, long ago–in 1808, to be precise–this was popular music: Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms, by Thomas Moore. Tradition has it that he wrote these lyrics in honor of his wife, who was stricken with smallpox, and to pledge his enduring love for her. We have it here by the Robert Shaw Chorale.
Click here for the lyrics, https://www.irishsongs.com/lyrics.php?Action=view&Song_id=36
If these don’t move you, I give up.
Summer’s over, fall is here. A summer without baseball, without a vacation, without a backyard cookout with the neighbors: without a lot of things. But we did have birds and butterflies, and flowers, and God’s blue sky, green grass, and shining sun.
Thomas Moore wrote poems that bring a tear to the eye; The Last Rose of Summer is one of them. Andre Rieu and his orchestra perform it here.
Without Christ, the losses would be unbearable; but He said, “Behold, I make all things new” (Rev. 21:5) And we believe Him.
The first time I tried to post this lovely song here, I had nothing but problems. So here it is again–The Last Rose of Summer.
This goes straight to my heart. Poems written by Thomas Moore do have a way of doing that (“The Minstrel Boy,” “Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms”). And I can’t see Andrew Rieu and his orchestra without remembering my aunts at Christmas time, and how they loved his music.
Well, the post seems to have worked this time.
And it looks like the worst part of my allergy attack has abated, thanks be to God.
Susan requested this one: a new version of Come, Ye Disconsolate, performed by the Spire Choir of the London Symphony Orchestra, with an added verse by Rob Gardner. Let me see if I can post the lyrics for you: the original was by Thomas Moore (The Minstrel Boy, Those Endearing Young Charms), in 1816.
Ah, here we are–http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Come_Ye_Disconsolate/