CONCILIATION AND COMPOSITION
The great Irish author, poet and motivational speaker Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Returned from a long trip to discover his wife had contracted small pox. Due to the ravaging disfigurement the disease exacted on her, she sought to have her husband leave her alone in the house and never return. She was sure he could not love her since her physical beauty had been destroyed by the pox. He tried to entreat her to allow him access to her, but to no avail. In despair he turned to his deepest friend, his pen and composed a beautiful lyric for a song which he implored her to read. The song helped her understand his intense love for her which transcended physical beauty. They were reconciled and the world was left with an elegant explanation of deep love. Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly today Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy lovliness fade as it will And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself fervantly still It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, To which time doth but make thee more dear No, the heart that has truly loved, never forgets But as truly runs on to it’s close As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose.
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