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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

light.

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!

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away a wrinkle.

I.
Fill the bumper fair!

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

Smoothes
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

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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

ир
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.

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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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I.

Dear Harp of my Country in darkness I found thee ;

The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,
When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee,
And

gave
The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness

Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness,

all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!

That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.

* In that rebellious but beautiful Song, “When Erin first
rose,”

," there is, if I recollect right, the following line :-
“ The dark chain of silence was thrown o'er the deep!".

The Chain of Silence was a sort of practical figure of rhetoric
among the ancient Irish. Walker tells us of " a celebrated
contention for precedence between Finn and Gaul,
palace at Almhaim, where the attending Bards, anxious, if
possible, to produce a cessation of hostilities, shook the Chain
of Silence, and flung themselves among the ranks.” See also

near Finn's

the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Morni, in Miss Brooke's Reliques of Irish Poetry

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