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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 177 |
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When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown,
O who would inhabit This bleak world alone ? |
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WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE1
WHEN he who adores thee has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, O say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resigned ! Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee.
With thee were the dreams of my earliest love;
Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above
Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! O blest are the lovers and friends who shall live
The days of thy glory to see; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give
Is the pride of thus dying for thee. |
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1 This, doubtless, refers to Robert Emmet, who addresses Erin, his loved but unhappy country. |
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