That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,

And, darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee.

II.

For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting Around thee, through 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.

III. But, shame on those tyrants who envied the blessing!

And shame on the light race, unworthy its good, Who, at Death's reeking altar, like furies, caressing

The young hope of Freedom, baptized it in blood! Then vanish'd for ever that fair, sunny vision, Which, spite of the slavish, the cold heart's derision, Shall long be remember'd, pure, bright and elysian,

As first it arose, my lost ERIN ! on thee.

I SAW FROM THE BEACH.

AIR.—Miss Molly.

1. I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,

A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came,

when the sun o'er that beach was declining,The bark was still there, but the waters were gone!

II.
Ah! such is the fate of our life's early promise,

So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known: Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from

:

US,

And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone!

III.
Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning

The close of our day, the calm eve of our night;Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of

Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best

IV.
Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning,
When passion first waked a new life through his

frame,
And his soul-like the wood that grows precious in

burning-
Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame!

kav

chi

alor

1.
Fill the bumper fair!

Every drop we sprinkle
O'er the brow of Care,

Smoothes away a wrinkle.
Wit's electric flame

Ne'er so swiftly passes,
As when through the frame

It shoots from brimming glasses.
Fill the bumper fair!

Every drop we sprinkle

O'er the brow of Care,

Smoothes away a wrinkle.

II.

Sages can, they say,

Grasp the lightning's pinions, And bring down its ray

From the starr'd dominions :So We, Sages, sit,

And, 'mid bumpers brightning, From the Heaven of Wit Draw down all its lightning!

Fill the bumper, etc.

III.

Wouldst thou know what first

Made our souls inherit This ennobling thirst

For wine's celestial spirit? It chanced upon that day,

When, as bards inform us,
PROMETHEUS stole

away
The living fires that warm us.

Fill the bumper, etc.

IV.

The careless Youth, when up

To Glory's fount aspiring,
Took nor urn nor cup

To hide the pilfer'd fire in :-
But oh his joy! when, round

The halls of Heaven spying,
Amongst the stars he found
A bowl of Bacchus lying.

Fill the bumper, etc.

V.

Some drops were in that bowl,

Remains of last night's pleasure,
With which the Sparks of Soul

Mix'd their burning treasure !
Hence the goblet's shower

Hath such spells to win us
Hence its mighty power
O'er that Flame '

within us.
Fill the bumper, etc.

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