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Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,

Still doth the pure light its dawning delay! When will that day-star, mildly springing,

Warm our isle with peace and love? When will Heaven, its sweet bell ringing,

Call my spirit to the fields above?

COME SEND ROUND THE WINE.

AIR.-We brought the Summer with us.

1.

Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief

To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools ; This moment's a flower too fair and brief,

To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools. Your glass may be purple and mine may be blue,

But, while they are fill’d from the same bright bowl, The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue

Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul.

II. Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side

In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,

If he kneel pot before the same altar with me? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I ly,

To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss ? No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try

Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this!

STBLHE WAS THE WARNING.

AIR.— The Black Joke.

1. SUBLIME was the warning which Liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke

Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain! Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit have rest, Till it move, like a breeze, o'er the waves of the westGive the light of your look to each sorrowing spot, Nor, oh! be the Shamrock of Erin forgot,

While you add to your garland the Olive of Spain?

II.

If the fame of our fathers, bequeath'd with their rights, Give to country its charm, and to home its delights,

If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stain-
Then, 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 !

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III.
Ye Blakes and O'Donnels, whose fathers resign'd
The green hills of their youth, among strangers to find
That repose which at home they had sigh'd for in

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Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light,
May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright,
And forgive even ALBION, wbile blushing she draws,
Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause

Of the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of SPAIN !

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God prosper the cause moh! it cannot but thrive,
While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive,

Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain;
Then how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die!
The finger of Glory shall point where they lie,
While, far from the footstep of coward or slave,

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The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave,

Beneath Shamrocks of Enix and Olives of SPAIN.

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING

YOUNG CHARMS.

AIR.--My Lodging is on the cold Ground.

I.

BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms,

Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,

Like fairy-gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,

Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart

Would entwine itself verdantly still!

II.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear!

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 !

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