If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stainThen, ye men of IBERIA! Our cause is the same; And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death, Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath For the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of SPAIN! III. Ye BLAKES and O'DONNELS, whose fathers resign'd vain, Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light, IV. God prosper the cause!-oh! it cannot but thrive, Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain; The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave, Beneath Shamrocks of ERIN and Olives of SPAIN. BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING AIR.-My Lodging is on the cold Ground. I. BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart II. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, Oh! the heart that has truly loved, never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose ! |