Historic Sheet Music Collection
Document Type
Score
Publication Date
1825
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tho' 'tis all but a drema at the best,
And still when happiest soonest o'er;
Yet ev'n in a dream to be blest Is so sweet,
that I ask for no more;
The bosom that opes with earliest hopes,
The soonest finds those hopes untrue,
As flowers that first in spring time burst
The earliest wither too! Aye,
'tis but a dream at the best,
And still when happiest soonest o'er;
Yet ev'n in a dream to be blest
Is so sweet, that I ask for no more.
[Verse 2]
By friendship we oft are deciv'd,
And find the love we clung too past:
Yet frienship will still be believed
And love trusted on to the last
The web in the charm
Hope hands o'er man,
Tho' often she sees it broke by the breeze,
She spins the bright tissue again,
Aye, 'tis all but a dream.
Recommended Citation
Bishop, Henry R. and Moore, Thomas, "Tho' 'tis all but a Dream" (1825). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 916.
https://digitalcommons.conncoll.edu/sheetmusic/916
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.
Comments
Tho' 'tis but a dream
Composed by Thomas Moore
Arranged by Henry R. Bishop
Philadelphia: Published by John G. Klemm
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