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IRISH MELODIES. 41
THE PRINCE'S DAY. *
Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in. showers: There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them, More form'd to be grateful and blest than ours. But just when the chain ■ Has ceas'd to pain, And hope has enwreath'd it round with flowers, There comes a new link Our spirits to sink — Oh! the joy that we taste, like the light of the poles,
Is a flash amid darkness, too brilliant to stay;
But, though 't were the last little spark in our souls,
We must light it up now, on our Prince's Day.
Contempt on the minion who calls you disloyal!
Tho' fierce to your foe, to your friends you are true; And the tribute most high to a head that is royal, Is love from a heart that loves liberty too. "While cowards, who blight Your fame, your right, Would shrink from the blaze of the battle array, The standard of Green In front would be seen;—
* This song was written for a fete in honour of the Prince of Wales's birthday, given by my friend, Major Bryan, at his seat in the county of Kilkenny. |
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