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IRISH MELODIES. |
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Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase,
Till, like the rainbow's light,
Thy various tints unite,
And form in Heaven's sight One arch of peace ! |
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OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
Oh ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE.
When he, who adores thee, has left but the name
Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame
Of a life that for thee was resign'd ? 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.
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