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Our speech with men, with God our prayers Spurn blood-stained Judas gold for it,
Let us do all that honor dares — Be earnest, faithful, bold for it ! |
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FROM THE CENTENARY ODE TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS MOORE
AND as not only by the Calton Mountain, Is Scotland's bard remembered and revered, But wheresoe'er, like some o'erflowing fountain, Its hardy race a prosperous path has cleared,
There, 'mid the roar of newly rising cities, His glorious name is heard on every tongue,
There, to the music of immortal ditties, His lays of love, his patriot songs are sung.
So not alone beside that Bay of beauty That guards the portals of his native town,
Where, like two watchful sentinels on duty,
Howth and Killiney from their heights looked down,—
But wheresoe'er the exiled race hath drifted, By what far sea, what mighty stream beside,
There shall to-day the poet's name be lifted, And Moore proclaimed its glory and its pride.
There shall his name be held in fond memento, There shall his songs resound for evermore,
Whether beside the golden Sacramento,
Or where Niagara's thunder shakes the shore;— |
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