SCRAPS FROM THE DIARY OF A TRAVELLER.
BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.
O poets, poets, dream at home,
If you would still have visions haunt you;
Trust me, if once abroad you roam,
That mar-all, Truth, will disenchant you.
Still think of VENICE, as in dreams
You've seen her, by her ocean-streams;—
Fancy the calm and cool delights
Of gondolas on summer nights: