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Irish melodies. |
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Then sing—sing—Music was given
To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving ;
Souls here, like planets in heaven,
By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. |
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THOUGH HUMBLE THE BANQUET.
Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee, Thou 'It find there the best a poor bard can command :
Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee, And Love serve the feast with his own willing hand.
And though Fortune may seem to have turn'd from the dwelling
Of him thou regardest her favouring ray, Thou wilt find there a gift, all her treasures excelling,
Which, proudly he feels, hath ennobled his way.
'Tis that freedom of mind which no vulgar dominion Can turn from the path a pure conscience approves ;
Which, with hope in the heart, and no chain on the pinion, Holds upwards its course to the light which it loves.
T is this makes the pride of his humble retreat,
And, with this, though of all other treasures bereav'd,
The breeze of his garden to him is more sweet Than the costliest incense that Pomp e'er receiv'd. |
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