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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. 12* |
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O poor heart! whate'er befall. There Is rest lor thee and all That on earth which fades away. Comes again in bright array: •horujs.—In these words my bleeding heart Would to thee its grief impart: Shall we ever meet again? Parting, ah! parting, parting is pain. Parting, ah! parting, parting is pain! |
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A NATION ONCE AGAIN.
"When boyhood's fire was In my blood,
I read of ancient freemen, t For Greece and Rome who bravely stood.
Three hundred men and three men. And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent In twain. And Ireland, long a province, be
A nation once again.
And, from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone, a far light; Nor could ioye's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight. It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane; Its angei voice sang round my bed,
A nation once again.
It whispered, .too, that "freedom's ark'*
And service high and holy, Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly. For freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a godiy train, And righteous men must make our land
A nation once again.
So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding— My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding; For thus 1 hoped some day to aid—
Oh! can such hope be vain? When my dear country shall be made
A nation once again.
MY POOR HEART IS SAD.
My poor heart is sad with its dreaming,
It brings back the once happy Jay, When earth like a heaven was seeming.
But now it has passed all away— They say that young love's like the flower
That needs tender care In its urn. But mine it was snatched from its bower, And I never gained one in return. Chorus*—My poor heart is sad with its dreaming; For, it brings hack the once happy day When earth like a heaven was seeming, But now it has all passed away.
My sad heart recalls all the pleasure
Of thoughts that were all, all for thee, When dreaming of you, of its treasure,
And you seemed to love none but me; Tho' we meet not as friends, yet I'll never
One unkind word to thee give; For, your cherished memory ever
Shall bo my sole Joy while I live! Chorus: |
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