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Than that whose braid
Is pluck'd to shade
The friends we've tried
Are by our side,
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
1. 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 !
Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and
shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art !
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.
I. 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light 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.
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.
* The Sun-burst" was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irisb to the Royal Banner.
I SAW FROM THE BEACH.
I. 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!
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!
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
burningGave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame!
FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.
AIR.-Bob and Joan.
Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle
Smoothes away a wrinkle.
Ne'er so swiftly passes,
It shoots from brimming glasses.
Every drop we sprinkle