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Like him, the Sprite,*
Whom maids by night
And are those follies going ?
Too cold or wise
For brilliant eyes
* This alludes to a kind of Irish Fairy, which is to be met with, they say, in the fields, at dusk :-as long as you keep your eyes upon him, he is fixed and in your power; but the moment you look away (and he is ingenious in furnishing some inducement) he vanishes. I had thought that this was the sprite which we call the Leprechaun; but a high authority upon such subjects, Lady MORGAN (in a note upon her national and interesting Novel, O'Donnel) has given a very different account of that Goblin.
From bonds so sweet to sever ;
Poor Wisdom's chance
Against a glance
WHERE IS TIIE SLAVE?
Ain.--Sios agus sios liom.
Where is the slave, so lowly,
Who, could he burst
His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly? What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, Would wait till time decay'd it,
When thus its wing
At once may spring To the throne of Him who made it ? Farewell, ERIN !--farewell all Who live to weep our fall!
Than that whose braid
Is pluck'd to shade
The friends we've tried
Are by our side,
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
I. COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still
here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last !
III. Thou hast call?d me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this,Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, or-perish there too!
'TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER.
1. 'Tis gone, and for ever,
we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the deadWhen man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
Look'd upward, and bless'd the pure ray, ere it fled! 'Tis gone—and the gleams it has left of its burning But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning,
That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,
And, darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee.
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.
And shame on the light race, unworthy its good,
The young hope of Freedom, baptized it in blood!
As first it arose, my lost ERIN ! on thee.
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* " The Sun-barst” was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irisb to the Royal Banner.