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IRISH MELODIES. 17
"We 're fall'n upon gloomy days! *
Star after star decays,
Every bright name that shed
Light o'er the land is fled. Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth:
But brightly flows the tear
"Wept o'er a hero's bier.
Quench'd are our beacon lights — Thou, of the Hundred Fights ! f Thou, on whose burning tongue Truth, peace, and freedom hung ! %
Both mute, — but long as valour shineth,
Or mercy's soul at war repineth, So long shall Erin's pride Tell how they liv'd and died.
* I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character which it is my object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to the sad and ominous fatality by which England has been deprived of so many great and good men, at a moment when she most requires all the aids of talent and integrity.
j- This designation, which has been applied to Lord Nelson before, is the title given to a celebrated Irish Hero, in a Poem by O'Guive, the bard of O'Niel, which is quoted in the " Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland," page 433. " Con, of the hundred Fights, sleep in thy grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories !"
\ Fox, " Romanorum ultimus." |
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