Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee
The cold chain of silence had hung o er thee long;
When proudlymy own Island Harp! I unbound thee
And gave all thy chords to lightfreedomand song!

The warm lay of love and the light tone of gladness
Have waken d thy fondestthy liveliest thrill;
But so oft has thou echo d the deep sigh of sadness
That e en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.


Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers.
This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine;
Gosleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers
Till touch d by some hand less unworthy than mine.


If the pulse of the patriotsoldieror lover
Have throbb d at our lay tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the windpassing heedlessly over
And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own!

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