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IRISH MELODIES. |
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Oh! what was love made for, if'tis not the same Thro'joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this, — Thro' the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, or perish there too! |
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'TIS GONE AND FOR EVER.
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking,
Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead— When Man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
Look'd upward, and bless'd the pure ray, ere it fled. 'Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning, That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning, And darkest of all, hapless Erin, o'er thee.
For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting Around thee, thro' all the gross clouds of the world ;
"When Truth, from her fetters indignantly starting, At once, like a Sun-burst, her banner unfurl'd. *
Oh! never shall earth see a moment so splendid!
Then, then — had one Hymn of Deliverance blended
The tongues of all nations — how sweet had ascended The first note of Liberty, Erin, from thee!
* " The Sun-burst" was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to the royal banner. ' |
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